Luis walked over to the curb, completely out of breath and leaning heavily against the handlebars of her scooter. “Can’t you just write them bigger tickets? Tow them away? Do anything? They’re literally blocking heart attack victims.”
Denise took a slow, deliberate bite of her apple and let out a long sigh. “Trust me, Doc, I would love nothing more than to write twenty heavy fines a day right in this driveway. But there are rules on what I can charge them, and it’ll not change anything. They wouldn’t even mind paying those fines if it meant getting a prime parking spot. Plus, this whole driveway is private hospital property. City parking officers have zero official jurisdiction here.”
“So people just get away with endangering lives because of a property line?” Luis asked, his voice cracking with exasperation. “If you can get me written authority to enforce no parking here, I’ll be happy to clear this lot for you in minutes,” Denise explained, pointing her stylus at his chest.