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blamebramptonI stand before you my friends, to tell you that you can beat the system, if possessed of determination, vocabulary, and the righteousness of the innocent!
To begin the story at its beginning ... We own a car. Not that it sees much use, it's 11 years old and has only just gone over 60,000km. I don't drive and Mr Brammers prefers to catch the train or walk. Also, most of our life is within a four-mile radius, in which parking is grim. So it spends time in its residential parking spot, outside the house with the nosy old lady who calls the police whenever she sees suspicious young people. Slapped on its window is a residential sticker, and cobwebs, usually.
One day a few months ago, we decided to drive somewhere. There was something under the windscreen wiper: a parking ticket from three weeks previous.
Mr Brammers swore loudly and profanely. I counselled calm: we have a permit, the ticket was for parking for longer than allowed in a residential area, our area, without a permit: clearly it had been given in error. People make mistakes. The car was dirty, there were cobwebs, it had been a bright sunny week when the ticket was issues and the combination of glare and muck may have made the permit invisible. 'We will call the council, we can sort this,' I advised.
Mr Brammers rang the council and asked what to do, they said that it would be fine, all he needed to do was to send a copy of the receipt for the permit and a letter explaining the situation to the State Revenue and they would revoke the ticket.
This he duly did. After a few weeks, a letter came back in which an officious twat from State revenue, who I will call Annoying Man, declared that there was no reason for him to revoke the fine, as the mere fact that we had purchased a permit did not prove anything.
Mr Brammers ranted and swore again, I suggested he write a letter. He declared that there as no point, as The System would never let anyone win when there was cash at stake. I asked if he would let me write a letter, then, pretending I was him. He conceded it would be worth it to shut me up.
I wrote the following, using real names and phone numbers:
Dear Annoying Man, et al.,
I write in reference to your letter of 4 August regarding penalty notice XXXXXXXXX.
In it you snidely infer that I purchased a parking permit sticker in November of 2008, but, by the date of the issue of the offence on 27 May 2009, had not yet managed to affix it to my car.
This is clearly nonsense.
Aside from the absurdity of outlaying money for a permit and then failing to make any use of it for six months, the vehicle in question is parked on Our Local Street, Erskineville almost every day of the year in a residential parking space. Every single other parking inspector who has surveyed that area in that six-month period has managed to see the permit in its permanently affixed position.
The balance of probability is overwhelmingly in favour of one parking inspector making an error, which we can all do and I bear him or her no ill will.
Yet you rather rudely state: “Purchasing and/or owning a valid permit does not give exemption from displaying a valid permit.” Thus declaring that I have lied in my application to have the penalty dismissed, in addition to being a money-wasting idiot.
I am as astonished by your tone as by your decision.
As the matter stands, you offer me the option of paying an $81 fine or taking an annual leave day – which is worth about $400 to me – to contest the fine in court, because a parking inspector made a mistake, and then you decided I was an idiot and a liar.
Neither of these choices appeal to me, given that I am an honest man of reasonable intelligence, and I would ask that you reverse your decision and act fairly in this matter. I am available on (his phone number) to discuss this matter if required, and ask that you give it your earliest attention.
Sincerely yours,
Mr Brammers
I sent registered copies to Annoying Man, Annoying Man's boss, the Department Head, and the Treasurer (because postage is cheap and I am not afraid of a little overkill). Registered means that you can track the arrival of a letter, which is handy if you think that you may need to write a follow-up letter.
Three and a half weeks later we had heard nothing back, so Mr Brammers thanked me for my valiant effort and the giggle it gave him, and logged in to pay online. Where he found a notice saying 'Penalty cancelled, no fine due.'
In addition to thanking me for my efforts, he admitted that I was right and you can beat The System if you are more annoying than it is. It is just as well that I have a Proper Job and so use my superpowers of annoyance for good, rather than evil ;-)
To begin the story at its beginning ... We own a car. Not that it sees much use, it's 11 years old and has only just gone over 60,000km. I don't drive and Mr Brammers prefers to catch the train or walk. Also, most of our life is within a four-mile radius, in which parking is grim. So it spends time in its residential parking spot, outside the house with the nosy old lady who calls the police whenever she sees suspicious young people. Slapped on its window is a residential sticker, and cobwebs, usually.
One day a few months ago, we decided to drive somewhere. There was something under the windscreen wiper: a parking ticket from three weeks previous.
Mr Brammers swore loudly and profanely. I counselled calm: we have a permit, the ticket was for parking for longer than allowed in a residential area, our area, without a permit: clearly it had been given in error. People make mistakes. The car was dirty, there were cobwebs, it had been a bright sunny week when the ticket was issues and the combination of glare and muck may have made the permit invisible. 'We will call the council, we can sort this,' I advised.
Mr Brammers rang the council and asked what to do, they said that it would be fine, all he needed to do was to send a copy of the receipt for the permit and a letter explaining the situation to the State Revenue and they would revoke the ticket.
This he duly did. After a few weeks, a letter came back in which an officious twat from State revenue, who I will call Annoying Man, declared that there was no reason for him to revoke the fine, as the mere fact that we had purchased a permit did not prove anything.
Mr Brammers ranted and swore again, I suggested he write a letter. He declared that there as no point, as The System would never let anyone win when there was cash at stake. I asked if he would let me write a letter, then, pretending I was him. He conceded it would be worth it to shut me up.
I wrote the following, using real names and phone numbers:
Dear Annoying Man, et al.,
I write in reference to your letter of 4 August regarding penalty notice XXXXXXXXX.
In it you snidely infer that I purchased a parking permit sticker in November of 2008, but, by the date of the issue of the offence on 27 May 2009, had not yet managed to affix it to my car.
This is clearly nonsense.
Aside from the absurdity of outlaying money for a permit and then failing to make any use of it for six months, the vehicle in question is parked on Our Local Street, Erskineville almost every day of the year in a residential parking space. Every single other parking inspector who has surveyed that area in that six-month period has managed to see the permit in its permanently affixed position.
The balance of probability is overwhelmingly in favour of one parking inspector making an error, which we can all do and I bear him or her no ill will.
Yet you rather rudely state: “Purchasing and/or owning a valid permit does not give exemption from displaying a valid permit.” Thus declaring that I have lied in my application to have the penalty dismissed, in addition to being a money-wasting idiot.
I am as astonished by your tone as by your decision.
As the matter stands, you offer me the option of paying an $81 fine or taking an annual leave day – which is worth about $400 to me – to contest the fine in court, because a parking inspector made a mistake, and then you decided I was an idiot and a liar.
Neither of these choices appeal to me, given that I am an honest man of reasonable intelligence, and I would ask that you reverse your decision and act fairly in this matter. I am available on (his phone number) to discuss this matter if required, and ask that you give it your earliest attention.
Sincerely yours,
Mr Brammers
I sent registered copies to Annoying Man, Annoying Man's boss, the Department Head, and the Treasurer (because postage is cheap and I am not afraid of a little overkill). Registered means that you can track the arrival of a letter, which is handy if you think that you may need to write a follow-up letter.
Three and a half weeks later we had heard nothing back, so Mr Brammers thanked me for my valiant effort and the giggle it gave him, and logged in to pay online. Where he found a notice saying 'Penalty cancelled, no fine due.'
In addition to thanking me for my efforts, he admitted that I was right and you can beat The System if you are more annoying than it is. It is just as well that I have a Proper Job and so use my superpowers of annoyance for good, rather than evil ;-)
