How to avoid a ticket with a police biker

Like any great city, cops can be found doing one thing; waiting at your car meter until it expires so they can write you a ticket for letting said meter expire. Yep, that's what they do so how did I avoid getting said ticket? Easy. I didn't change my out of state plates, and made sure my car is trashed beyond recognition.

So this story takes place at the Trader Joe's located in downtown San Francisco on 9th street. I had gotten up to enjoy some breakfast at my cousin's place when I realized that I drank all the milk the other day. Opps! Well this was an excellent chance to get some of my staples: granola (holla!), cheese, orangina and a $3.99 bottle of wine for the cuz and roommate that serves as a thank you for letting me hog the living room again. When I arrived to my location I threw in a few coins for the meter giving me 17 minutes (I knew it wouldn't be forever) and made a dash with my bag to the Joe's.

Now I'm leaving the Joe's feeling good about my purchases and the fact that I'm using my own bag to haul the food to my car. I don't know why but I always reflect on the recycleable bags and how I'm saving the enviornment, or how much easier they are to throw over your shoulder, or even how much food I can fit into one bag and it's not ripping, cause let me tell you that bag was loaded. And as I'm approaching the good old Toyota I see a man on a bike looking at my vehicle. At first I think the worst has happened, my car was dinged by another car but then I see him on the bike and realize that he's looking at the registration sticker on my car. (oh no!) And so this is how the conversation goes:

Me: (putting load of groceries on hood of car) "I guess I judged too soon on the meter."
Man on Bike (MoB): "This your car?"
Me: Yeah.
MoB: (takes look at the interior and the condition is BAD, my friends) "Really?"
Me: Yeah.
MoB: "From New York?"
Me: "Yep. Please is their anyway that you can not give me a ticket."
MoB: "Well tell ya what? Why don't you throw in another coin into the meter and we'll call it even?"
Me: "Really? I mean I was just about to leave too."
MoB: "I think it's fair."
Me: "Yeah, me too. I'm just letting you know. So you don't think that I'm trying to buy time or something."
MoB: "Ok." (smiles.)
Me: (I throw in a quarter and show the MoB.) "Thanks so much. Have a great day. Enjoy your weekend."
MoB: (Nods and pedals off in the other direction ready to attack any non-expecting citizen.)

So how do you get out of getting a ticket?! Move to a city where people seem friendlier. Ok, so San Fran isnt perfect put the people are pretty nice and cool. Second, wear your pjs and carry your own reuseable bag, preferably filled with groceries; I must've gotten som sympathy for that. Third, make sure you still have your out of state plates because that always confuses people. And lastly, make sure your car is a bit trashed so they know that you didn't mean for it to be this way. It just happened. You know random bags here and there. Jackets in the back, Jane Austen book laying on the floor, napkins everywhere; give it character. I mean that's gotta be the way I got out of that stupid ticket, right?

Regardless, I'm heading out to clean the nasty car. Because right now it looks pathetic. :)