They are doing Gods work.
|Oscar Wildcat |
Question for southern Americans! Why bother paying all that money when you can just sit in the parking lot and watch the cars go around there?
Mob mentality. It's the same reason why you could theoretically draw a bunch of lines on your yard and move an egg shaped ball around those lines in your own free time rather than deal with a crowd of 100,000 lemmings, spending hours driving and parking, and wasting your entire day watching what amounts to only an hour of any activity on the field.
Sports are a religion to some people. It's compulsory to go to the game and to lie about how much they really enjoyed it - when they probably didn't know what the hell was going on half the time. Kind of like church, but you're forced to pay instead of encouraged to donate.
It also gives people a sense of entitlement - so they can know some obscure piece of sports trivia and lord it over their non sportsfan friends - that way they can feel better about themselves somehow.
It strikes me that we could resolve many of these issues with a redesign of the stadium. Make big, tiered platforms to park the cars on, encircling the feeder ramps and surrounding roadways. Charge an ever increasing admission to the site as new cars come in and find an open bay in the seats/lot. The earliest/fastest cars get the best parking spots, and closest seating to watch the action as the later cars crush through, trying to avoid that ever increasing fine for lateness. After the last spectator parks, the half time show happens, then it all unwinds with everyone trying to leave.
Why do people go to concerts when they can just sit in their living room and hum? Why go see a movie when we can just stay at home and use sock puppets to tell amusing stories for a few hours? Why read a book instead of our self penned Sonic the Hedgehog fan fiction?
I'm neither southern or a Nascar fan, but surely the concept of watching people who are good at something, doing said something, is an idea we can all relate to. Even being fans of someone who does that something well is not an unreasonable thing to be, is it?
|Adham Nu'man |
Ok, I understand bringing out your border patrol card hoping to get off scott-free hoping that the "buddy cops" tribal instinct will protect you, but how stupid do you have to be to try and pull that shit off in front of a camera. "Oh yes I'll be more than glad to show corruption right in front of this camera crew, have a fine day Sir parking in the handicapped space"
Oh man, this is so sweet. I used to work in parking, but we were charged with telling people what to do even though we didn't have any real authority. I at half mast at the thought of being able to actually give citations.
The entitlement of people in relation to parking is amazing. These people are literally stealing parking spaces from people in wheelchairs, and they're still acting put-upon and pissed off that they're getting tickets.
There was this little old black lady that was a retired home economics professor (apparently you used to be able to be a professor in that) that always would stop and talk to me when she came in, and once brought me whole box of chocolates. She actually won a lifetime achievement award while I was working for being one of the first African American professors at PSU, as well as her charity and community work. Pretty much the best person ever.
Once, she had to park up on the roof of the parking garage and walk because all the handicapped spaces were full of illegally parked frat/sorority dickbags picking up stuff for their stupid fundraiser, even though I told them specifically that they weren't allowed to do that, and that flashers are not a magical "park anywhere" device.
I meant the NASCAR handicapped spaces, not somewhere with people who legitimately shouldn't have to walk half a klick to get inside.
Handicapped spaces are handicapped spaces. I'd be fine with this kind of check happening anywhere, in that regard.
Here's the thing I love so much about this; they should have seen it coming a mile away. They could see the handicapped parking queue, they could see people ahead of them being checked out, yet the entire time they just decided that in some way, they were different. They weren't going to get smart. Sure, they might not have any of the paperwork for their placard, hell, it's not even their's. It's actually their friend's old expired placard from when he had that broken leg 2 years ago. But you know what? They're smarter than that. They're better than those other guys. They're on border patrol! They're not about to get caught!
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