They walk among us

I got to the carpark this morning, and went to pay – and there was a screeching harpie trying to rip the poor attendants a new one because she didn’t understand how earlybird parking works.

See, she’d parked on level 3, discovered the machines on level 3 don’t take credit cards, and so she’d driven up to level one to pay. Instead of, y’know, leaving her car down two levels and walking up to the booth like the rest of us. Apparently the fact that the levels aren’t labelled (lady, they’re still in the middle of construction) is MISLEADING and she can’t work out what level she’s on – “it’s the PINK ONE isn’t that GOOD ENOUGH????!??!?!?” She was doing the whole nine yards, the “WHY WON’T YOU TAKE MY MONEY???!!?!?!?!?”, and I just lost it in laughter when she actually started jumping up and down in frustration. This is a slim, mid-40′s woman in high heels, business clothing… and she’s jumping up and down clacking her heels on the concrete like a toddler in a tantrum. She just would not be told that you’re supposed to LEAVE your car on the third level, not just visit it in passing.

She turned to the queue building up behind her to apologise for the communication failure; judging from the snickering behind me (and also the way no-one was willing to catch her eye) no-one agreed with her. I kind of wish I’d spoken up, but I couldn’t face arguing with an idiot before I even started my shift.

Eventually they gave up arguing with her, and she drove off, presumably to go back down to level three and park (I wouldn’t count on it).

My own transaction went quite smoothly.

Me: “Hello, I’m parked on Level Three!”

Her: “Excellent, that will be Twelve Dollars Please!”

Me: “You know, I never thought parking here was terribly complicated.”

Her: *snicker*

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