This one im calling MY CAR VS. THE CITY.
K, we all know the effin lightrail construction isnt going away anytime soon, so we all have to deal with it. So ive encountered something else to bitch about. It seems the neverending struggle between valets & metermaids will never end.
I usually valet my car at the hotel where i work because paying Gina, my devoted valet, 5 dollars to lower the risk of getting raped/murdered/robbed at gunpoint on the way to my car when i get off at 10pm isnt a half bad deal. So i do that gladly. Today when i got to work, i throw down the fiver, hand her the keys and i was on my merry way. She decides to park it in a meter spot because they are doing construction in my parking garage and, as she worded it "is a bunch of horseshit." Whatever, fine. I valet'd in the first place so i wouldnt have to run outside every hour and feed the meter. So i warned her that if i got a ticket, its her ass. Sure enough, metermaid pulls up just as she was walking up to put change in it. They get in a scuffle and i get the ticket anyway. Because apparently, metermaids have the force of a thousand furies. Anywho, Gina gets pissed and says shes going to fight it, which i dont trust in the least bit, so im just waiting for a $16 ticket to turn into a $32 ticket and screw me.
BUT WAIT!! THERES MORE!!!
It seems the fags acrossed the street at a "mans salon" aka ladyboy alley, got their frilly panties in a twist because my car was parked in front of their bathhouse for more than 2 hours, "breaking the law" and "causing their customers to park a mile down the road" even though A. the meter was fed every 3 seconds, thanks to me being on Ginas ass now, and B. the fact that i didnt park there in the first goddamn place, nor was i in possession of the keys. So they flatout told my faithful valet that next time the metermaid comes around, they're going to rat me out. So what does Gina do??? Turns out the other valet guy had HIS car parked next to mine in the 2 spaces in front of their business, so they just switched our cars places, thus when the 2 hours was up, the meters wouldnt be charging anymore and giving the ole fruity pants salon the big eff you. It was a proud day. PS, for your egg-throwing, malatov-cocktail pleasure, the salon in question is Boxers on Central and Monroe, right acrossed the street from the fabulous San Carlos Hotel.
yarrr!!
K, we all know the effin lightrail construction isnt going away anytime soon, so we all have to deal with it. So ive encountered something else to bitch about. It seems the neverending struggle between valets & metermaids will never end.
I usually valet my car at the hotel where i work because paying Gina, my devoted valet, 5 dollars to lower the risk of getting raped/murdered/robbed at gunpoint on the way to my car when i get off at 10pm isnt a half bad deal. So i do that gladly. Today when i got to work, i throw down the fiver, hand her the keys and i was on my merry way. She decides to park it in a meter spot because they are doing construction in my parking garage and, as she worded it "is a bunch of horseshit." Whatever, fine. I valet'd in the first place so i wouldnt have to run outside every hour and feed the meter. So i warned her that if i got a ticket, its her ass. Sure enough, metermaid pulls up just as she was walking up to put change in it. They get in a scuffle and i get the ticket anyway. Because apparently, metermaids have the force of a thousand furies. Anywho, Gina gets pissed and says shes going to fight it, which i dont trust in the least bit, so im just waiting for a $16 ticket to turn into a $32 ticket and screw me.
BUT WAIT!! THERES MORE!!!
It seems the fags acrossed the street at a "mans salon" aka ladyboy alley, got their frilly panties in a twist because my car was parked in front of their bathhouse for more than 2 hours, "breaking the law" and "causing their customers to park a mile down the road" even though A. the meter was fed every 3 seconds, thanks to me being on Ginas ass now, and B. the fact that i didnt park there in the first goddamn place, nor was i in possession of the keys. So they flatout told my faithful valet that next time the metermaid comes around, they're going to rat me out. So what does Gina do??? Turns out the other valet guy had HIS car parked next to mine in the 2 spaces in front of their business, so they just switched our cars places, thus when the 2 hours was up, the meters wouldnt be charging anymore and giving the ole fruity pants salon the big eff you. It was a proud day. PS, for your egg-throwing, malatov-cocktail pleasure, the salon in question is Boxers on Central and Monroe, right acrossed the street from the fabulous San Carlos Hotel.
yarrr!!
greenapplemary:
I used to work at the Wells building down there...cubicle HELL! Hated it.
greenapplemary:
PS fuck lightrail!