Welcome to yet another edition of "should this have been a ticket" featuring, you guessed it, yours truly.

So the other day I was driving in Downtown D.C. and I needed to drop something off at a building in Foggy Bottom.

There were plenty of parking spaces available and I pulled in a little less than a block away from the building.

I didn't have any coins and contemplated going to a CVS to pick some up.  I decided against that, though, after thinking there was no possible way a parking enforcement officer would find my car at an expired meter during the few minutes I was inside.

I went inside, dropped off my item, and came back outside in a span of no more than five minutes.

Then, to my amazement, I saw a parking officer down the block walking around my car and checking out the meter.

I start to sprint like a mad man, calling to the potential ticket writer.