I never knew this existed!

So you mean to tell me that in a hospital parking lot, 43 seconds after my parking pass expires, I can run out to feed the meter and see you, diligent parking attendant (see meter maid), walking away from my car after just having placed a ticket under my passenger side windshield wiper.

You see me running toward my car, and make a gesture toward this machine.

Like a Dr. Pepper machine in the middle of the desert.

I am bestowed the privilege to use, nay, embrace the glory of paying a ridiculous parking ticket, right there one the spot.

Fine-o-Meter?

More like Fun-o-Meter!