June - Week 2 (reading time 3 mins)
Yesterday, I had one of those experiences with petty officialdom.
I took a friend to the airport and drove into the drop & go zone.
As soon as she disappeared into
the building, I look for my parking ticket, and… you’ve guessed it, it has
disappeared. I search for about 3
minutes, get out, look on the tar, check the boot – nada. Then I realise, that if
I don’t exit within the 5 minutes time allocation, I will have to pay R26
instead of exiting free of charge; so I quickly head to the exit. At this point, I must mention that this is in George
– a very small airport, so all of this happens within a radius of about 10
metres. At the exit boom, a small piece of paper informs me that the intercom
is broken (of course). I reverse (badly) and park. I walk over to the ticket
office, adjacent to said boom.
In a very friendly manner, I explain that I’ve just pulled up and dropped my friend, I even have 3
witnesses (security men, lounging against a wall) and my ticket has ‘disappeared’. Immediately, I am met with an oppressive stare.
‘Have you looked for it?’
Yes, I have.
‘Please, read the sign on this window.’ I read the sign,
which unsurprisingly tells me that a lost ticket carries a R150 fine.
‘This is the fine for a lost ticket.’ she says accusingly.
I know, I say, and I
understand that you can’t just have people parking for hours without paying,
but I’ve just pulled in, those men saw me.
“It’s not about that,” she spits, “It’s
about the ticket. You have to have a ticket.”
Is the ticket worth R150 I
wonder? Isn’t it a disposable piece of date-stamped card? She’s clearly angry with me now and it seems there will be no
reasoning with her, so I turn tail to go and tear my car apart for the Golden
TICKET!
This angers her even more,
‘Stop! I’m trying to help you!’
Really!? What could possibly have assisted me in discerning that! She then tells
me to drive to the boom (I assume this means she is conceding to let me out
without a ticket, but who knows?)
BUT, HERE’S THE RUB: the
entire incident has left a bad taste in my mouth, and I suspect, reinforced her
opinion about ‘entitled people’.
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This is the problem: some
people don’t believe that things can be resolved in a calm and friendly manner. They believe that people must be made to feel
the weight of their errors. They must suffer, or do penance before you can let
them off the hook. For this official,
the idea that I was simply caught in an unfortunate situation, through being a
normal, flawed, human, was not enough.
We couldn’t simply laugh at how life is sometimes just silly and
unpredictable, and find a quick solution. Instead, I would have to pay for my
mistake; if not with R150, then with a stern rebuke; I had to understand that it was a
BIG fucking DEAL.
Can we just recognise that
sometimes people, kids, employees, spouses, make mistakes… not because they’re
being bad, or careless or lazy; but just because they’re human.
And then can we just be
friendly and kind and forgiving; and then can we just help them to rectify the
situation?
I DO understand that some
people take advantage of situations, lie, cheat, and steal; but even so, can we
all, just be a bit more tolerant, a bit more intuitive, and a bit more generous in
our approach?
I just wish we’d both walked away from that encounter with smiles on our faces. I wish she had felt good about herself for assisting me. Seriously, I would have paid R150 bucks for that.
P.S. I found it when I got home and reached into the secret compartment where I keep the gate opener.
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