BOOTS! (but not the good kind)

this morning on the way to school, morgan passed not eleven, but TWELVE cars in a row that all had these giant yellow spider-looking things consuming their driver-side tire. morgan thought this interesting, because while italians are prone to setting fashionable trends (even concerning their cars), it did not appear that these cars could move (much less dodge poorly dressed american pedestrians such as morgan)while harboring such decorative ornaments. elly confirmed that this was the case. it turns out, that italian parking enforcement does not just give a ticket, but also gives your car a freaking boot, such that they won't take it off until you pay the ticket. which sucks hardcore. reflecting on this, and the multiple parking tickets morgan has on her car (big red has YET to even be registered at pomona...) morgan only felt a twinge of sympathy for these poor cars before relief that her glorious country does no such thing, set in. and that she walked everywhere, for if she drove, she surly would've had the boot at least twice by now, considering she is not yet able to read italian street signs, and even if she did, would probably not be in the habit of following them. note to self: boots are pretty on my feet (very pretty, in fact), but not on my car.