Parking Garage Lady

I hate the parking garage lady. I really, truly hate her. And I am one of those people who believe hate is a strong word. But I can honestly say, from the bottom of my heart, that I hate this woman. And let me give you three reasons why...

1. She can't do her job.
I don't know how many times I have had to tell her what change she needs to give me back. One day, I brought in $3.50 in quarters. That is easy enough, right? She looks at me bewildered and asks, "Do I owe you anything?" Are you serious? I was going to explain how stupid this is, but I can't even dumb myself down to that level. Another day, she takes my money (exact change) and says, "What do I do now?" Uhh...give me the f-ing ticket. How's that? And, no matter what amount of money I hand her, she has to ask me at some point during our transaction what amount I gave her. Can you not count? If not, you shouldn't have a job.

2. She punishes you if you do not have exact change.
This woman hates $20 bills. She will purposely give you sixteen ones back just to make you feel like an ass for giving her the $20. Even when you can see a $10 or a $5 laying right there! Also, she sometimes gives me the 50 cents in dimes and nickels even when I see the stack of quarters laying right beside her register. I need those quarters for my laundry!

3. She goes on and on about day games and how you can't park there.
All week long this woman has to tell me about how there is a day game on Thursday and I can't park there and blah blah blah. Every single day! And there are already signs up stating this. It wouldn't even be so bad if she was nice about it. But she's not.

Well, I'm done ranting and raving. I really had to get that off of my chest.