I spent the morning in Knaresborough, a beautiful village about 30 minutes north of my house, walking along the river and having a chat with a friend. In the middle of our walk, I felt like I had misunderstood the instructions for the zone where I parked & I was going to get ticketed.
A minute later, I saw a parking warden & stopped her to ask if I understood the instructions properly. If she had said no, I would have walked back up a rather steep hill to move the car immediately. But she indicated I was in the clear & not to worry.
Well, when our two hours were at the end, my friend and I headed back to the car, where we arrived just in time to see the same parking warden preparing a ticket for my car. I rushed up to her & said that I was getting ready to leave.
It turns out that in North Yorkshire, people put little paper clocks (known as "discs") on their dashboards so that the wardens know when they've arrived & if they have exceeded their allotted time in various parking zones. Not having a disc in my car, I was due for a ticket. But because I'd talked to her earlier that morning, she cancelled the ticket and gave me a disc instead.
So glad I listened to the prompting to worry about the car, that I talked to the warden when I saw her such a short time after, & that I was returning to my car before she completed the ticket she was writing. Just a little miracle for today that I need to remember.
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Aren't little miracles wonderful! Pres. Sylvester called them celestial signatures, if I recall correctly--and I agree!
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