Whoops

So the obsessive compulsive part of me was still in bed yesterday morning when I parked in one of my usual pay and display car parks and then walked off without paying or displaying. Unsurprisingly, I came back to find a parking ticket pasted onto my windscreen and then spent the next 3-4 hours obsessing about how I was now a bad person, thereby providing a great deal of amusement for my parents and my colleagues.

This streak of stupidity continued today when between paying for parking in the centre of town and walking down one flight of stairs to the car park, Dan and I managed to completely misplace the parking ticket we needed to exit the car park. I insisted I'd given it to Dan, Dan stated firmly that if I'd given it to him he would have it, wouldn't he and as the situation became more and more fraught I stomped off to customer services to explain that I was an idiot who had lost her ticket but had managed to keep her receipt. The man in the booth said to buzz when I got to the barrier but typically after making Dan look through his wallet one more time we found the pesky little ticket.