I've got a golden ticket.

Once again, the little yellow ticket has visited. Why, oh why, am I so cursed? I feel as though the campus police just follow me around and wait for me to leave to issue that {very unwanted} ticket. Seriously, it's money I could really use right now. Also, they need to be better at making their parking permit signs more clear. So, raise your hands in the air for finding the golden ticket.