I have a permit, I said.
You can't have a permit, she said.
I do, I replied.
We don't give permits for staff for here, she said.
I'm not staff, I answered.
But you work here?
Yes, I agreed, but I'm not staff and I have a permit.
You can't have a permit.
Shall I get it for you, I asked?
Why are you paying then if you have a permit?
Because it's the terms of the agreement. I can park here if I pay. It says so on MY PERMIT
None of our staff are allowed to park here. We don't give staff permits to park here.
Ever get the feeling an arguement is going round in circles? Next time I'll tell her I'm a patient and being treated for severe psychotic tendencies that make me aggressive!!
Oh and I drew Gordon Tracy in speedos today. That made me feel better!