Checking instead of nodules: How to survive without a parking disc

The first time I noticed the absence of my parking meter in Switzerland. In the middle of Appenzell’s village center I found a dream parking. I didn’t even have to pay. The only catch: the parking disc had to go into the window. No problem – I thought. Until I started to search the entire car for the small white parking disc. I gave up resigned. As every time, I was amazed and shocked how much disorder you can leave in such a small smooch as my car.

Since nothing else was left, I had to be creative. Because the salary may not be enough for a nodule from Switzerland. So I carefully painted a parking meter on the back of a magazine and circled the arrival time. And lo and behold: when I came back, no white note fluttered under my windshield wipers.

After the camping vacation, there was still no trace of the parking disc. Instead of trying to replace it, I unpacked a sheet of paper and a pen every time – more than six months after the vacation. So far, this tactic has worked excellently. Or so far I was just lucky. Perhaps the pechert smiled over my hand -drawn parking disc and kept mercy. Or they were simply too perplexed to decide whether they should let this go through as an official marking.

It’s not that I haven’t tried it. I have decided several times to organize a new parking disc. But as soon as I got out of the car, she was forgotten again. But since last week I have been the proud owner of a parking disc – my father has mercy and gave me one.