Yeah, Guy, parking meters do talk to me. They tell me parking meter poems and I write them down. Why just yesterday a parking meter whispered into my ear:
You're The One For Me
Here I sit waiting atop of my pole.
You think I've no feelings, think I've no soul.
Please don't ignore me, don't turn, walk away
'cause it's only for you I'm waiting today.
How could I not listen to such an impassioned plea for love? Why not hug a lonely parking meter today?