About 5 years ago our town centre introduced parking charges, so now one of us goes shopping while the other sits in the car looking out for parking enforcement so we can drive a loop around the carpark. We probably pay less than once per year, but we park there at least once per week. Saves us ~£100 a year.
Call me dull but unless spaces are egregiously hard to come by, I’d pay ~£2 to not babysit a car looking over my shoulder and instead have a few extra minutes with my better half.
We spend a lot of time together, this gives us 30ish minutes of alone time to browse Lemmy for me and Facebook for her, there are almost never parking wardens, but it makes it a bit exciting.
Finally if we shop together we end up getting lots of things we shouldn’t buy, alone we tend to get what is on the list and get out.
In my imagination I’m Jonny English in a V8 Vantage, ducking into a space whenever the warden turns around…. In reality it’s more Mr Bean in an Austin Mini.
Sadly they just put a ticket on the car and post you a fine if you don’t pay it… I could however just swap number plates with for example a blue Reliant Regal nearby and truly embrace my inner Mr Bean.
About 5 years ago our town centre introduced parking charges, so now one of us goes shopping while the other sits in the car looking out for parking enforcement so we can drive a loop around the carpark. We probably pay less than once per year, but we park there at least once per week. Saves us ~£100 a year.
Call me dull but unless spaces are egregiously hard to come by, I’d pay ~£2 to not babysit a car looking over my shoulder and instead have a few extra minutes with my better half.
We spend a lot of time together, this gives us 30ish minutes of alone time to browse Lemmy for me and Facebook for her, there are almost never parking wardens, but it makes it a bit exciting. Finally if we shop together we end up getting lots of things we shouldn’t buy, alone we tend to get what is on the list and get out.
I suppose there is something to be said for solitary moments. The clandestine excitement is funny.
It brings to mind Daniel Craig in a DB5, nonchalantly scrolling the web, catching a peripheral glimpse of a uniform and peeling out down a staircase.
In my imagination I’m Jonny English in a V8 Vantage, ducking into a space whenever the warden turns around…. In reality it’s more Mr Bean in an Austin Mini.
Buy four clamps and clamp yourself. Then just come back whenever and take them off and drive away
Sadly they just put a ticket on the car and post you a fine if you don’t pay it… I could however just swap number plates with for example a blue Reliant Regal nearby and truly embrace my inner Mr Bean.