Brian = Satan?

We live in Metuchen and thankfully so. They have quite the policy for when it comes to parking on the street in Metuchen. During peak hours, you sure as heck better have a parking permit sticker on your car or you are going to pay dearly for it.

On weekdays, parking permits are required for 5 - 9 p.m.

The day we moved in, we went outside to check something out. At 5:03 p.m., the police officer was out there writing up a ticket for some chump who was parked in front of our house. GOTCHA!

We waited diligently and in fear and always parked our cars in the driveway for fear of the police ... in our own neighborhood. We waited for the DMV or MVC to send us our new stickers for our new licenses so we could prove to the police we were living in the town.

Finally! My sticker came and I rushed right over to the police station during a lunch break. I went in, applied, and a police officer escorted me to my car. He walked over carefully, inspected the license plate number and asked me to open my back window. He painstakingly applied the sticker perfectly and sent me on my merry little way.

What cracks me up is that I have this sticker on my car that has a permit number. That permit number is essentially my identification for the police... to identify me as a resident of the beautiful town of Metuchen.

That number?

666

Think about it....