I go to Pasadena City College. Much like other colleges, the parking situation is not ideal. In the past they constructed a parking structure, 5 levels tall, to take the place of one of their lots. This has helped, but not entirely. Last semester they started construction on another structure, taking out another lot to do so. In the interim this means one less lot which held hundreds of cars that have to park elsewhere.
My morning class is at 8:20am. I park on the top of the parking structure because I know it’s always virtually empty, there are spots near the parking permit dispensor, and the inside of parking structures always seem creapy to me. I always see that scene from RoboCop where all the cops shoot him down, so he rolls this way and that to descend to the bottom where Lewis picks him up.
After my class, the scenario on the roof is the exact opposite. All the spots are taken, there are cars scanning the aisles for a spot, and the traffic moves as slowly as Christopher Reeves in a potato sack race. On more than one occassion I’ve had someone in their car call out to me as I get off the elevator, asking me if I would like a ride to my car. This, of course, insures them my spot when I leave. I can’t say that I blame them, but I can’t help but feel that they may be screwing some pour soul who has been driving through the lot for hours where this person has just got there, and picked me up.
I think that I should devise a way to track parking spaces in the lot so that you will always be aware of a spot being open, where that spot is, and those available spots are given to those that have been waiting the longest. There’s another million dollar idea, if I could get it off the ground floor.
Until then I guess that karma will just have to get those less fortunate souls to find me so they can drive me to my spot.
Boobies.