When I was living in Minneapolis there was some guy running around downtown with a jar of quarters plugging all the parking meters. If you ran out of time while your car was parked, he'd try to stay one step ahead of the meter maid and pay for your parking. He asked nothing in return. I heard of him but never saw him. And I never got the chance to. The parking meter plugger was so popular that stores downtown began plugging meters for their customers, and then all hell broke loose. The city was depending on those outrageous parking tickets for income, so they made it illegal to pay anyone's meter but your own. The meter plugger moved underground. They made him an outlaw. Perhaps a rather dull outlaw, but he gets to wear the badge all the same.
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