The parking attendant paused by the double-length bay. Intended for mobile homes and cars with trailers, it was currently occupied by a sleeping dragon.

No parts of it extended beyond the lines, and the paper ticket was clearly displayed, impaled on a horn.

The parking attendant moved on.

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On arriving back at the office, the attendant emailed a note to their supervisor:

"We should either make sure that our ticket machines accept gold coins, or install a change machine that will take them."