Spotting The Trespassers Is A Walk In The Park(ing Lot)
My mother works in a downtown bank where parking is expensive. I work near enough that I can drive her and save the expense, but I get there earlier than she was done, so I sit in the parking lot in a customer spot. I have an account with the bank and there is never a shortage of spaces. The lot also has contract parking. Most of them are empty by 4:30.
At 4:35, one day, a person comes in, parks in a contract spot, and walks next door to the gym. (Oh, yeah, irony not lost). As I am invisible from the angle of my windshield, they don’t see me. I go in and mention the fact to the receptionist and then return to my car and my book. A member of the police department foot patrol comes by and slips a notice under the wiper of the car in the contract spot.
At 5:30, the owner leaves the gym and sees the notice, tosses it, and leaves.
The next day, the same person returns and does the same thing. The police now give a ticket. The owner tosses THAT and leaves. On the third day, the police officer waits for a tow truck.
The owner returns to find their car missing and tries to get into the bank. No luck as it closed at five. (Offices are open until six.) I see them walk away.
Mom comes out after her day and tells me how this owner called the bank ranting and raving. They were informed that the towing was done under a city contract and that the car was likely towed as it had no permit. “But it was only thirty minutes!” the owner screeched. “Not according to our lot attendant,” they were told. More screeching.
Three days later, after the weekend, the car is back. The owner makes a point of looking around for the “lot attendant”. I happen to notice this from the skyway across the lot as I am returning from getting my after-work potato cakes (curse you, crinkle cuts). I go straight to the receptionist instead of going to the car first. All six employees still on duty at 5:30 and I watch the car owner now get arrested for trespassing and illegal parking.
After they are driven away, I approach the remaining officer and ID myself. We share a laugh as I point out my position. The officer informs me that the gym offers parking for $3 an hour. The fine for the parking was $600. The tow was around $300. The trespass will be likely a couple thousand dollars in fines.
I later heard that the car owner was suing the bank and the gym. Mom left the place a year later and no one parked without a permit again. Now, the light rail goes through where that office was, so parking is more expensive.