Not the most interesting title but bear with me. Today I went to the parking office to get a parking permit but I couldn’t park because I didn’t have a parking permit. You’d have thought the parking office would have thought that through.
Theres just loads of people driving round and round the building, going ‘I can’t park, I need a permit!’ I reckon some have been there for years. Jeff and Deirdre are just sat inside going,
‘It’s quiet aint it. Not had anyone in again’.
They’ve been there 50 years and think cars haven’t really caught on.
‘Only done 5 passes this week Deirdre, we’ll never stay in business at this rate’.
‘Well, they’ve never caught on Jeff’
‘I knew they wouldn’t Deirdre, always said it’.
To make matters worse, on the way there I saw a lollipop man standing at a set of traffic lights. That’s over kill. If the council can afford to pay a lollipop man to stand at a set of traffic lights just in case anyone misses the massive flashing lights then surely it can afford to pay for the parking office to have a car park. To make matters worse it was one of those sets of lights that also had a zebra crossing. I reckon he’s just been there since the 60’s, they put down a zebra crossing and he went
‘Do one, I’ve got a fluorescent jacket and a sign, no animals replacing me.’
Then they put in lights and he said
‘f*ck off, I say when people cross round here, I’ve got a hat. I’ve seen a zebra off, lights are nothing’.
As I was sat there wondering why the council had employed this three-pronged approach, the lollipop man appeared to begin talking to himself. I thought that’s odd, each to their own, it’s a lonely job. Then I realized he was arguing with the lights. I was sat there for ages. In the end I had to run him over or the council would have done me for parking without a permit.
I finally found a space, after asking a couple of passersby…
‘Excuse me lads, is there anywhere to park round here?’
‘Where u trying 2 go mate?’
‘Parking office’
‘Yeah u can’t park round there mate’
I found a spot 10 minutes away, jumped out and realized I didn’t have any change for the pay and display. Incidentally why don’t they take cash or card, they’re as bad as the lollipop man,
‘You can keep your posh notes and visa cards, I’m shillings only mate’,
I know it can’t talk but if it could, I’m pretty sure that’s what it’d be saying, once it had stopped laughing in my face. I called it a mug and told it to get with the times. If ‘lollipop norm’ (I think his name was Norm) can talk to a machine then so can I.
Anyway, he’s won the argument and I’ve run to Sainsburys whilst illegally parked and got a cut loaf and a chomp (15p, I fancied it, I know I’m fat, don’t go on about it, if anything the breads worse). I’ve gone self-service, one look at the cashier pretending she could do it better than the machine brought back memories of the hit and run on lollipop norm. Luckily, unlike the pay and display this machine wasn’t a wanker and took my tenner. It’s spat me out a 5 pound note, 2 two pound coins and a few coppers. I let it keep the coppers for a job well done. Treat the wife.
I’ve ran back expecting to be greeted by the 2nd wally in a hat I’ve encountered in this short trip, this one I expected to be giving me a parking ticket which would have been ironic seeing as no one else would give me one all day.
Anyway, I’ve got back and there’s no wally in a hat, I’m all good. Then I’ve realized the pay and display, not only doesn’t like notes or cards but it’s picky about its coins. No £2 coins apparently. Brilliant, now it’s really laughing.
So I turn around and run back to Sainsburys (earning my chomp if anything) grab a twirl, (not fat, I didn’t even want it) I already had a chomp but I had to get something for under £2 so I could get some pay and display acceptable coins. I’ve ran back chomp in one hand, twirl in the other, cut loaf under my arm and luckily still no wally in a hat. I think the parking attendant saw the lollipop shaped dent in my bonnet and thought this guy hates fellas in hats, I’m going nowhere near this Ford KA, its obviously driven by a mad man.
As it goes I’ve never liked hats, they’ve always made my ears look big. I’ve probably grown into my ears as my cheeks have got bigger but I’ve got bad memories from when I wore an England hat in euro 96, I got it free with a crate of Um Bungo and everyone called me Dumbo.
Anyway that’s irrelevant, I’ve got my coins and I’m all set. I’ve taken a look at the machine directly outside my car and thought,
‘I don’t fancy that one, it looks a bit knackered and it’s been mugging me off’
So I went to the next one down. I’ve whacked most my coins in and then looked for the button. That’s where I went wrong. There wasn’t one. Because it wasn’t a pay and a display, it was a pay meter, where it just says on the meter how long you can park there for. As I didn’t like my meter, this meant the fella behind me could now park there for the rest of the month whilst I had 40p left for my, by now pissing itself meter. I’ve whacked it in and got 40minutes, considering I’m a 10 minute drive from the parking office and I’ve just had a twirl and a chomp, I’m up against it.
After a difficult run, I finally got in the parking office. I let Deirdre know I’ve had to park 20 minutes away and suggested a park and ride system. She told me to get a ticket and take a seat in the waiting room. I said to her,
‘You don’t want us to walk round and round the office until it’s our turn then? Just take a ticket and sit down in that designated waiting area over there?’
‘Yep’
‘Bit like a car park then?’
‘No one uses them’, she said. ‘We sell permits, barely get anyone in’.
After 30 mins my number was called, I got my permit and jumped on the train back to the car.
You guessed it, there’s a pillock in a hat and he’s writing me out a £50 ticket. He must have known Norm. Meanwhile the car behind me’s pulling out and shouting to a passing car,
‘Come in here mate, I’ve got loads of time on this’.