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I get to return one of my books, too! Yay.
I hate going to the campus bookstore, and not just because buying textbooks is akin to being anally violated with the business end of a shovel. They put the stupid thing on the first floor of a parking garage where only a small strip of spaces on the bottom of the first floor is labelled bookstore parking. I don't have a parking pass because I live within walking distance, so I can't park upstairs (that's all permit parking and they can keep it because the elevator reeks of pee anyway). The whole garage is insufficiently lit and built way too narrow, a fact that's exacerbated by Texans' primal urge to drive huge trucks to compensate for other shortcomings in their lives.
So, I'm with all the alumni and parents, stuck in the huge queue on the first floor, waiting for a spot to open. None of can us see worth a crap in the garage (this makes getting out of your spot a real joy! not.), plus the line for a spot tends to snake out of the garage to clog the street in front of the garage. GRR.
The people in charge of my school's parking issues need to be deported to Antarctica. Let them mess up rows of snowmobiles for a while. Ugh.
I hate going to the campus bookstore, and not just because buying textbooks is akin to being anally violated with the business end of a shovel. They put the stupid thing on the first floor of a parking garage where only a small strip of spaces on the bottom of the first floor is labelled bookstore parking. I don't have a parking pass because I live within walking distance, so I can't park upstairs (that's all permit parking and they can keep it because the elevator reeks of pee anyway). The whole garage is insufficiently lit and built way too narrow, a fact that's exacerbated by Texans' primal urge to drive huge trucks to compensate for other shortcomings in their lives.
So, I'm with all the alumni and parents, stuck in the huge queue on the first floor, waiting for a spot to open. None of can us see worth a crap in the garage (this makes getting out of your spot a real joy! not.), plus the line for a spot tends to snake out of the garage to clog the street in front of the garage. GRR.
The people in charge of my school's parking issues need to be deported to Antarctica. Let them mess up rows of snowmobiles for a while. Ugh.
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