As all banks are closed on Sunday, nobody cares if you park in their lots on this gentle day of rest. I can’t remember how many times I’ve left my car in suburban bank parking lots** on Sundays over the last few decades, but it’s happened a lot. Because nobody gives a shit.
Except for the flaming asshole psychopath who booted my car after I parked in a Chase lot this morning at 9:15 am. I was there to share breakfast with Jett, Cait and Sutton at Libelula (5 North Fullerton, Montclair).
Did I read the sign? Physiologically, yes, but psychologically my mind immediately rejected the idea of anyone giving me a ticket on a holy Sunday, much less booting me, for parking in an all-but-vacant Chase bank lot.
I glanced at the “enforced: Mon-Sun” but my mind somehow processed it as “enforced: Mon-Sat” because the indecency factor was so far beyond the pale.
This is the kind of reprehensible thing that Vincent Mad Dog Coll would’ve tried if he was in the parking lot business.
It would have been outrageous enough if they’d demanded, say, $75 or $100 to remove the boot, but $250?? If these monsters had done this to Tony Soprano 20 years ago, their lives would be in serious jeopardy, and deservedly so.
After listening to my profane tirade for five minutes or so, the criminal behind this venal racket let me slide to the tune of $50. May he develop pancreatic cancer within the next couple of years.
** I’m actually including bank lots in West Hollywood, WeHo, Santa Monica, Sherman Oaks, Burbank. I recognize that you can’t park anywhere in Manhattan without paying — Manhattan is its own environment.
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