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Revenge is sweet
Last night, Dave and I were leaving campus after finally getting out of class around 8 o'clock. I pulled out first and found that I could just barely squeeze through the end of the parking lot where two, count 'em, two SUVs had been planted.
Not only were they illegally parked, but they were illegally parked, having no parking permits whatsoever.
Dave and I fumed and fussed and griped and swore vengeance on the "sorority whores" as Dave so lovingly calls them and their inconsiderate and illegal parking habits.
So what do I do? I go home, pick up the phone, and call IU Parking Operations.
I explained the long-running complaint of biology graduate students, staff and faculty that we can rarely find parking spaces when we need them (early morning, late at night, weekends) because the lots are full of permitless cars. I also mentioned the offending SUVs.
I was assured that no one should be parked in those lots without a permit of some kind at any hour of the day, that someone would be sent out tonight (last night now) to check on the situation and tow if necessary, and that there would be more vigilant monitoring of the lot.
*wheeee!*
And then this morning, still high on my parking high horse, I pulled into the lot at 7:25 to find, that's right, no available spaces. Most spaces were taken by A and C permitted cars - noooooo problem! But one was taken by a little Pi Beta Phi. I put the car in park, left the lights on, and walked over to the kitchen door of the Pi Beta Phi house.
A very sweet staff woman answered the door. On hearing my request to find the offending chickie, she shook her head and said, "we have such a problem with these girls taken your spots and OUR STAFF spaces. Something needs to be done."
She went off in search of the president, who told her that everyone was asleep, how could she find who's car it was??
*pbtht*
I was debating the wisdom of walking up and down the residence hall shouting, "Get the fuck out of bed and move yer goddamn car!" when a bleary-eyed sorority girl came out and moved the offending red Jeep Cherokee.
Saved me the trouble of shouting.
So. Long boring story, I know, but it just felt so good. As I returned to my car to take my hard-won space, an A driver gave a fist-in-the-air "Good for you!" and told me that she, too, had called to have the offending SUVs towed on a couple of occasions.
Wronged permitted drivers of IU Unite!
Not only were they illegally parked, but they were illegally parked, having no parking permits whatsoever.
Dave and I fumed and fussed and griped and swore vengeance on the "sorority whores" as Dave so lovingly calls them and their inconsiderate and illegal parking habits.
So what do I do? I go home, pick up the phone, and call IU Parking Operations.
I explained the long-running complaint of biology graduate students, staff and faculty that we can rarely find parking spaces when we need them (early morning, late at night, weekends) because the lots are full of permitless cars. I also mentioned the offending SUVs.
I was assured that no one should be parked in those lots without a permit of some kind at any hour of the day, that someone would be sent out tonight (last night now) to check on the situation and tow if necessary, and that there would be more vigilant monitoring of the lot.
*wheeee!*
And then this morning, still high on my parking high horse, I pulled into the lot at 7:25 to find, that's right, no available spaces. Most spaces were taken by A and C permitted cars - noooooo problem! But one was taken by a little Pi Beta Phi. I put the car in park, left the lights on, and walked over to the kitchen door of the Pi Beta Phi house.
A very sweet staff woman answered the door. On hearing my request to find the offending chickie, she shook her head and said, "we have such a problem with these girls taken your spots and OUR STAFF spaces. Something needs to be done."
She went off in search of the president, who told her that everyone was asleep, how could she find who's car it was??
*pbtht*
I was debating the wisdom of walking up and down the residence hall shouting, "Get the fuck out of bed and move yer goddamn car!" when a bleary-eyed sorority girl came out and moved the offending red Jeep Cherokee.
Saved me the trouble of shouting.
So. Long boring story, I know, but it just felt so good. As I returned to my car to take my hard-won space, an A driver gave a fist-in-the-air "Good for you!" and told me that she, too, had called to have the offending SUVs towed on a couple of occasions.