I love…a parking meter?
I could have also titled this post Why Are the Folks at The High So Greedy? but my therapist says I should focus on the positive.
Meeting some gal pals at The High to take in the Leibovitz exhibit last night I planned 15 minutes to get there, find a spot and get in by 5:30 – which is ample time from my office near 10th the connector. I’d have been right, too, if they hadn’t yanked out every parking meter on Art Center Drive. I’d have still been right if the parking at The High wasn’t pay in advance, and wasn’t $10.
I issued a silent FU to The Establishment and on the advice of a parking attendant at Woodruff headed down 15th for a quick right on one of our many P’tree’s and a super fast left into a parking lot.
It’s one of those jobs with the shove-your-loot-in-the-numbered-hole boxes that you can never *really* trust, and the kind with no attendant to look after my baby girl with her top down, begging for vandals. Whatevs. That’s my own fault. Failure to plan.
But then it happened. Love. When I least expected it.
I sashayed up to the box and there was a touchpad to key in my parking spot number. In honor of Operation Free Paris, I say:Hot. *boop booop boop* 179. Then the screen says “I want my two dollars!”, and there was a happy little smiling slot right there just waitin’ for my plastic. My plastic. No dirty bills or origami required. Oh sweet baby Ricky Bobby, can I get a hallelujah?
Summary: I’m not in love with the parking options at The High, but I am in love with this meter. Hell, I might even find reasons to park here again…because I’m just that kind of a freak.
The best use of meters is at the airport. Not only do I not have to deal with the beyond rude/slow attendants, but I it’s also much much faster. About time!
Enough about parking… especially when you’re not talking about the parking company -I- work for. ;) How was the exhibit?
Wait, you wasted gas and drove from 10th street to the High, now that’s what I call lazy. Next time save your gas, ride the subway or walk, then right an interesting blog about that experience.
Wait, you wasted gas and drove from 10th street to the High, now that’s what I call lazy. Next time save your gas, ride the subway or walk, then write an interesting blog about that experience.
Sorry for the double post, but I forgot to add that I wish the High would charge $50 to park, they have a MARTA station in their back yard, yet people still complain that MARTA doesn’t go anywhere.
@Hakeber – it was fantastic. The almost-cried count was a solid 3.
@ BTI – no apology needed for double posting, but feel free to apologize for spelling (write, not right) and judging someone without a complete set of facts. Yuck. Why is everyone so yucky? Do you need a hug?
The correct homonym is in my second post. You’re writing posts about gas consumption and parking meters, that’s yucky. Just try something different next time and maybe you’ll fall in love with and write about something more inspiring. That’s all I’m saying, and I’m waiting on my hug.
Well, you do have to admit that it is ironic that you post about Coke and how all the fuel that is used to grow the sugar for it and global warming and all and then you drive when you could have used public transportation. Granted, I’m sure you have a reason but since we don’t know it, it does leave one to wonder. And if we don’t have a complete set of facts, it is because you didn’t give them to us. Sorry if you take this as yucky.
Awww smoochies, babies.
It’s like deja vu…where I get to say: FTR, I’ll write about *what* I want *as long as I want*. Don’t like it, don’t read. I promise not to come crap on your porch b/c I don’t like the color of your house.
That being said, a paragraph of blah blah blah with the details of why I drove 10 blocks wasn’t relevant to what I was talking about, and the claim of public transport being an option almost made me spit on my screen. You might also note that I mocked myself at the end of the Coke thing because as much as I *want* to be a better person, I can’t always. Kinda like you guys trying to be my creative writing teachers and my social advisors.
Now I’m genuinely interested in why the thought of public transport makes you almost spit at your screen.
I’m not saying you can’t write what you what, when you want. BUT..then again so can we. :) Aren’t comment sections grand? Granted…we shouldn’t call you names (BTI..I’m looking at you..) but we do have a right to ask and also point out when your items seem to contridict themselves.
Now, I will second what BTI, I too am interested in why you say “the claim of public transport being an option almost made me spit on my screen”. I’m looking for a serious answer because I too am genuinely interested. Just looking to fight, just looking to hear your POV.
Spoon fed answer: stops didn’t exist where I was coming from, and walking to the 10/P’Tree MARTA wouldn’t have made any more sense than me walking the not-such-a-short-distance in non sensible shoes /work clothes and 90 degrees all the way to The High….nor was it going to take me to dinner after or back to not-near-my-office/ all the way home at 9pm.
Now I’m genuinely interested in whether or not I was married to you, b/c you sure seem to be itching to fight with me.
Oops..that was a typo…I meant to say I am NOT looking for a fight, just wanted your POV. So if that what makes you think I am itching to fight with you, my apologies. If it is something else, then all I can say is you are mis-reading my intentions.
BTW, never been married and given the current GA constitution, won’t be anytime soon. :)
i park there all the time and let me tell you, it’s not what it’s all cracked up to be.
Although it’s supercool to be able to use your plastic, there is a HUGE problem with those machines!!
THEY WILL NOT TAKE CASH!!
Oh, they may *say* they take cash and they may even have the equipment needed to take cash in, but on several occasions, where I had only cash, the machine simply REFUSES to take it.
Most of the time, I try and find a parking space at the ARTS CENTER MARTA STATION…Cause it’s fREE!
oh and if I can’t park at Arts Center or at the parking lot, I drive to IKEA, where parking is free, and then catch the shuttle back across the 17th st bridge.
Good 411, Roxie!