They handed out more parking passes than there are stalls. They tow anyone parked on the street. They make the Tennant's walk around the lot late at night to find the one car, probably staying with relatives, that doesn't have a sticker to call courtesy officer to have him tow. He won't walk around. He makes you call back with a plate number. If you can't, then he tells you to park at a restaurant a block away. He yells at us for calling him and complains about corporate decisions. I'm not your
...therapist pal. So I have to decide, do I want to tow the car with a car seat, meaning the owner has a family and probably can't handle a surprise $250 towing fee. Or do I want to tow the guy with a parking pass for college campus. Because we all know college students are rolling in dough right. Oh but then there's the car with a decal for home cleaning services. I can't remember, do housekeepers make much? So as this working class neighborhood is set up to loath their neighbors, I'm woken up at 7am one morning because a crazy woman wants to find out who called her car in. That time it wasn't me but this time it will be me upsetting someone else. Just like I, a citizen of this neighborhood, who paid rent and everything else on time, have been towed before. So when I get the smug responses from the office clerk, I can't help but imagine the sheriff from Dukes of Hazzard. And after hearing the not exactly courtesy officer go off about corporate, I'm envisioning Hog Boss issuing half baked orders from behind his desk at the bank.
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