WEST HOLLYWOOD PARKING IS A BITCH
Welcome to West Hollywood—where public parking is such a bitch that you’ve got bitches putting their parking spots up for sale to try to make some extra dough. I’m not sure what to make of this sign that went up around my street last night. Is it telling of some tough times in the rent controlled community of Weho? Or does it tell of the tough times people are having when trying to find a parking spot in this permit parking zone? A little bit of both?
I called Andrew to see what the deal was with this parking spot for rent, pretending I was interested, which was a huge mistake, cuz he’s called me back like 20 times. The space is inside his apartment complex somewhere on Rugby Dr. He is asking for $200.00 a month! $200.00!!! How dose someone determine the going rate? He says other people are interested, but I’m not so sure about that.
Then again the space is bound to be bought, cuz I’m sure someone who can afford it would rather pay for a space in favor of paying for a parking ticket. Chances are if you park on the streets of Weho, you’ve already gotten a parking ticket or two.
Not too long ago I witnessed a guy get a handicap parking ticket while I was inside a Weho boutique. A sneaky parking bitch rolled up on him in a bike and handed this man a $395.00 parking fine. “395 dollars,” the man kept repeating out loud in total shock. “395 dollars!” You best believe he was pissed off…at everyone around him at that store but himself. “Why did I come here!? 395 dollars! I shouldn’t be here. 395 dollars…” It was hard to feel sorry for him, cuz he was such an asshole pointing fingers at everyone demanding to know why there wasn’t a sign that warned people about this hefty fine—completely losing sight of the fact that the Handicap sign WAS THE SIGN!!!—-Yeah, 395 dollars is pretty fucked…but still…HA-HAH!!! I’m sorry, but if he’s the kind of asshole that parks in handicapped spaces, a 395 dollar fine was in the making.
And speaking of assholes and handicapped parking. I have a friend who goes absolutely nuts whenever this woman pulls out her handicap placard to park in front of his house and then runs across the street in the tallest, most spiky stiletto-heeled boots you can imagine. I like to defend her to irritate him, by insisting: “How DARE you! You don’t know her life. You don’t walk in her fuck-me heels. She could have problems. How dare you judge her!”
In all seriousness though, it’s pretty annoying when you see a hot rod parked on a handicap space with a handicap sticker dangling from their rear-view mirror.
Anyway…buy your parking space today in the heart of West Hollywood.
It’s got me thinking: I wonder how much MY parking space is worth. 2R parking pass anyone? Anyone???
Luv,
Me
