I've officially lost it.
So parking in Chicago is fucking expensive. No surprise there, right? And I've blown a good 4k moving out here, so I'm feeling the pinch. How to get that parking cost under control...
Welp, that airport parking is awful cheap right? Only $7 a day. I'll just do that. So I drive out to a long-term lot near O'Hare. Once I arrive at the lot, it's clear that all the attendants think I'm actually taking a flight. It crosses my mind that it might not be cool to park at an airport lot if I'm in fact not going to the airport. So I lie.
"Yes, Im going to the airport."
"Sure you are."
I realize that I'm not carrying any luggage, and that up to that point I've been openly carefree about the timing, almost as though I didn't have anywhere to be.
The shuttle driver shows up.
"Where is your luggage."
"I don't have any. I'm going to my second house, and all my stuff's already there."
"So you're going to 'departures' right?"
"What? Oh, yes."
Sigh.
So parking in Chicago is fucking expensive. No surprise there, right? And I've blown a good 4k moving out here, so I'm feeling the pinch. How to get that parking cost under control...
Welp, that airport parking is awful cheap right? Only $7 a day. I'll just do that. So I drive out to a long-term lot near O'Hare. Once I arrive at the lot, it's clear that all the attendants think I'm actually taking a flight. It crosses my mind that it might not be cool to park at an airport lot if I'm in fact not going to the airport. So I lie.
"Yes, Im going to the airport."
"Sure you are."
I realize that I'm not carrying any luggage, and that up to that point I've been openly carefree about the timing, almost as though I didn't have anywhere to be.
The shuttle driver shows up.
"Where is your luggage."
"I don't have any. I'm going to my second house, and all my stuff's already there."
"So you're going to 'departures' right?"
"What? Oh, yes."
Sigh.