Friday, December 11, 2009
We had a blizzard. Snowpacalypse.
I enjoy living downtown, but when it snows it's less than pleasant. I park in the street. By the time I'm off work the meters aren't running so it's free and I'm not going to pay $65 dollars a month to park farther away and not even in a garage. If there was a garage I would probably do it.
So when the Death Storm hit I parked my car a few blocks away in a ramp and left it there until I thought i could find a plowed spot closer. A day later I went to retrieve it and I was the only person anywhere. Nothing was open, there were no cars, I was walking down the middle of the street.
Here is why I don't park at my building. This is what the plows do to your car. Trap it. They keep piling up snow in front of our building. They aren't moving it away. I feel bad for the shops downstairs because there isn't an easy way to their entrance and I'm sure they lose business when there is no easy way to access the gay underpants store.
And here is what has happened to sex offender Santa. He's hanging upside down in his balloon deflated.