
Why are we so amused by the sight of a celebrity returning to her vehicle and finding a little gift from Beverly Hills Parking Enforcement tucked under her windshield wiper? Unfortunately, any petty thrill (
and oh yes, we are petty) we temporarily derive from believing that Fate has delivered a karmic paper-cut to a flawlessly manicured finger is incredibly fleeting, supplanted by the certainty that the poor meter maid who dared deliver the slightest disappointment to one of our anointed was later crushed by a runaway Hummer for her careless insolence.
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