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It's the first day of classes. My class hasn't even met yet, and I'm already confounded with suck.
Parking on my campus can be very tight. It's gotten better in the past couple of years with a shuttle service from the distant parking lot, more students making use of the bus, and the addition of a new parking deck. But it can still be hell to find a space near your building, especially in the fall, and especially on the first day.
Since I teach in the evenings in the Fall, I usually don't come to campus until mid afternoon. But since it's the first day, I got here in the late morning so I could get my ducks in a row.
Parking is packed. Cars are doing what I call the "parking lot salsa", hovering, cruising, following people in the hope of finding a spot.
We have a decent amount of faculty parking, but even that gets packed sometimes. As I pull into the lot in front of my building, a pickup trup whips into the last faculty space. As I cruise by, I realize the older man and woman in the truck are 1) not getting out, 2) not shutting off their engine, and 3) don't have a faculty hang tag.
So I pull up and ask them if they are faculty or staff.
Old Man (OM): No
Me: I'm going to have to ask you to move your car, then sir. You're parked in faculty parking, and I'm faculty.
OM: Who are you?
Me: I'm faculty. You're in a faculty spot. I need to park so I can get to work. Please move your car.
OM: Oh, I don't think so.
Me: Ok, then I'll just go over to the campus police officer sitting over there, and you can talk it over with him.
OM gives me the EW death glare, but he moves his car without another word. He continued to glare at me from the fire lane as I parked and walked past him into the building.
I don't care. The spaces are clearly marked FACULTY. If you don't work here, don't park there!
Parking on my campus can be very tight. It's gotten better in the past couple of years with a shuttle service from the distant parking lot, more students making use of the bus, and the addition of a new parking deck. But it can still be hell to find a space near your building, especially in the fall, and especially on the first day.
Since I teach in the evenings in the Fall, I usually don't come to campus until mid afternoon. But since it's the first day, I got here in the late morning so I could get my ducks in a row.
Parking is packed. Cars are doing what I call the "parking lot salsa", hovering, cruising, following people in the hope of finding a spot.
We have a decent amount of faculty parking, but even that gets packed sometimes. As I pull into the lot in front of my building, a pickup trup whips into the last faculty space. As I cruise by, I realize the older man and woman in the truck are 1) not getting out, 2) not shutting off their engine, and 3) don't have a faculty hang tag.
So I pull up and ask them if they are faculty or staff.
Old Man (OM): No
Me: I'm going to have to ask you to move your car, then sir. You're parked in faculty parking, and I'm faculty.
OM: Who are you?
Me: I'm faculty. You're in a faculty spot. I need to park so I can get to work. Please move your car.
OM: Oh, I don't think so.
Me: Ok, then I'll just go over to the campus police officer sitting over there, and you can talk it over with him.
OM gives me the EW death glare, but he moves his car without another word. He continued to glare at me from the fire lane as I parked and walked past him into the building.
I don't care. The spaces are clearly marked FACULTY. If you don't work here, don't park there!
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