Yesterday’s post on correct
driving procedures certainly got people talking! There were people on both sides of the argument, just as one would expect. Even though the MN Department of Transportation has tried to make drivers aware that they’re supposed to fill all open lanes, people still worry about facing the wrath of their fellow drivers and take the safe way and stick to the right. I doubt that will ever change. Oh well, new topic!
Sort of. It still involves me and Lauren and our car(s). As I’ve complained about before, our apartment super decided to go on a power trip and disallow more than one vehicle per unit in our parking lot. This unfortunately is taking place the same time Minneapolis has severely restricted parking due to this winter’s massive snowfall, so there are only half the street parking spots as normal. So, we have had trouble finding a place to park the Grand Prix when not in use.
Sunday, Lauren drove the Grand Prix home from visiting Sarah and parked where she could find a spot on the street corner. It was a questionable parking spot; Lauren even asked me to peek out the window and give my opinion on whether or not it was too close to the fire hydrant. But we both agreed that it appeared to be at least the mandatory ten feet away and left it alone.
Monday we got home from work, and I was about to head over to Walsh’s for a podcast dry run, when I looked out the window and noticed our car was gone. I checked on the city impound lot website and sure enough, it had been towed. I got down to the impound lot and after standing in line for a half hour, the man at the counter looked through my file. “Wow, it says here you were 8 feet, 9 inches away from a fire hydrant. I guess they got the tape measure out!”
He went on to say he was surprised that they measured so precisely, and that they towed for such an infraction; normally it would be just a ticket. But the traffic cop must have been in an ornery mood on Valentine’s Day and called the towing company. $170 later, I had the car back.
Now you readers might be saying that it’s our fault, the law’s the law, we parked too close to a hydrant, etc. If there had been a fire that day, we would have been blocking the fire trucks. While I am angry with the city, I don’t place the blame squarely on them. I blame our apartment super who imposed this absurd rule at the worst of times.
Here’s why… There was never a parking problem! Our lot was rarely full to begin with. We think this new lady in charge just wanted to show off her newly acquired power and make a rule change. Now with the parking lot restriction and stickers in legal cars’ windows, there are routinely three or four spots open every night. It’s clear that some tenants in our building do not own cars, or maybe work night jobs.
Lauren had to park on 28th & Aldrich one wintry night (4 blocks away) with grocery bags in both arms, only to get back to the apartment and see several open spots. To make matters more aggravating, the super’s teenage daughter had several friends over and Lauren saw them park illegally in our lot.
I guess in short I am just once again reiterating how I am tired of living in our apartment. I will be 29 this year; I think the new goal must be for us to live in an actual house by the time I turn 30. Then we will have our own driveway and/or garage and no one can tell us where we can leave our idle vehicles set when not in use.