On my walk to work today, I passed a parking lot that's near the haunted mansion that I want to buy. It's the only possible employee parking in the area, and the weird thing is that it's permit-only, but there's no contact information anywhere about how to get a permit. So I've never been able to do any research.
Today when I walked by, lo and behold there was a guy working at the little box where you deposit money. (And no, I don't know why this box exists if it's permit only.) So I walked over to him and the following conversation ensued.
Me: Hi, it looks like you work at this lot.
Him (in foreign accent, some kind of Balkan country, I think): Yes, I own it.
Me: How much does it cost to park here?
Him: Look at the sign.
Me: (Looking at sign.) Yeah, there's no pricing on the sign.
Him: (Coming around box to point at sign.) It's permit only. You have to have a permit.
Me: Yeah, I see that. How much does it cost?
Him: You have to have a permit.
Me: How do I get a permit?
Him: You have to call and get one.
Me: Who do I call?
Him: Look at the sign.
Me: There's no contact information on the sign.
Him: (Pointing around.) The lot's full.
Me: I don't need it now. I'm talking about later.
Him: You have to have a permit.
Me: Who do I call to get a permit?
Him: Me.
Me: Can I have your phone number?
Him: It's on the sign.
Me: I swear to you, it's not.
Him: (Looking at sign.) Huh.
How in the world does this guy have a full parking lot? There's no way to contact him at all. There's no way to pay. There's no way to figure out how to pay. It's weird.
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