Parking Paranoia

Every once in awhile, the powers that be will make some new rule about where the employees can park. The current parking assignment is okay, but in the past, we have been told to park in what we call the Disneyland parking lot. It's called that because it's so far away that we are transported by tram. The problem is that the tram stops running about 10 or 15 minutes after my shift ends and so if I don't get out on time, I have to walk in the dark next to a bad neighborhood. After doing that once, I decided that I will park where I darn well please and they can just try and catch me.

I've seen security guards checking license plates to catch employees parked in the wrong spot, so I've been careful to never let them know my license plate number. If I see a security guard, I'll park on a different level so that he won't know which car is mine.

Sometimes, they'll come around and try to get us to register our car with them, but I'll either say that I don't remember my license plate number or if really trapped, I'll give a fake one. That's what I did today. They were handing out parking passes and required a plate number to get one. I made up one and got my pass. Afterwards, they said, "Thank you for registering your car." I just smiled. Little do they know.