Downtown, things'll be great when you're
Downtown, don't wait a minute more
Downtown, everything's waiting for you."
On Saturday night we celebrated my parent's 60th Anniversary with a family dinner at a fancy-schmancy Downtown Hotel. We had them transported there earlier by stretch limo, with roses, champagne and music from 1948 awaiting them in a luxurious room they were occupying that night.
However, when we arrived for dinner shortly after 6 pm, the parkade was full so I had to resort to parking in a gravel lot across the street. And because most drivers are either:
2) Inconsiderate jerks who don't give a damn about other people
there were at least three spots too small to even try to get into because some people can't seem to grasp the concept of parking "in between" the yellow lines.
Finally we found an empty space we could just barely squeeze into. So I let my family out before I parked, exited out the side slider door and walked over to the parking machine to pay and get a receipt for our dash.
Checking the sign, hubby and I noted that evening parking was a flat $ 4 after 6:00. Cool. As per the instructions, a Toonie and two Loonies were inserted into the laundromat-style dispenser and the machine spat out a receipt that I tore off and placed face up on the dash of the car.
After dinner, we left about 11 pm, thankful everything went without a hitch... until we get back to the car, that is.
After I climbed in, I notice an envelope flapping about in the rain tucked under the windshield wipers.
Thinking it was simply flyer, hubby got out and retrieved it.
I was dumbstruck when I read it.
A parking ticket!!!
What the hell?
It was too dark to read the damn soggy paper until we got home. When I was able to take a look, my blood began to boil when my eyes fell on this:
Oh, crap, this is going to be a case of my word against theirs that I really did have my receipt FACE UP ON DASH. (And hubby's comment "You're lucky they didn't tow you away" really didn't help things at this point.)
But then I noticed they had our receipt number on it... what the hell? If they could read it, they SAW it! They KNEW I had paid!
Then when I saw this, I flipped:
I stewed about that damn ticket the rest of the weekend... so first thing this morning, I looked up ImPark online and found a few people discussing "scams" by this company. I felt sick. They mentioned they send collection agents and can affect your credit rating if you don't pay.
I was so pissed off, I was ready to report their scam to The Better Business Bureau, the City and anyone else who would listen.
Then I found out this was the same parking company that I use for my monthly parking pass at work.
Crap! I was going to have to pay.
But I still wanted to know WHY, so I called as soon as their offices in Vancouver opened this morning. I put on my nicest demeanor (at least to begin with unless things got ugly) and politely enquired as to my infraction. Surprisingly, the girl at ImPark was very pleasant. She looked up the lot number and asked me how I paid, and I told her. She explained that at this particular lot they still used the old style machine... I was ticketed because I didn't put in one Toonie, push in the lever, get a receipt for that, THEN put in two Loonies, push the lever again to get another receipt. I had put in all the money at once, pushed both levers together and got a SINGLE receipt.
Holy Crap. You gotta be kidding me...
Needless to say, she cancelled the ticket, gave me a cancellation number and her name and that was that.
Criminy. I think next time, I'LL take the limo downtown and forget parking altogether...
"Things'll be great when you're Downtown" my ass, Petula.
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