Who Are YOU

My building doesn’t have available parking right now. Therefore, I park around the street in another building. The parking spot I am renting is a complete joke. First of all, it breaks my heart to know how many Kate Spade purses I could have purchased with the money I put towards parking in Chicago. It’s unreal.
Second, the parking spot is positioned in a way that I cant pull in to it. I drive up a narrow ramp and then around the corner to a spot sandwiched between a pole and a car that does not move. Cars are parked on the wall across from my spot so I cant just pull into my spot, I have to go back and forth turning my steering wheel back and forth to get into the spot. My Beetle could get in to this spot after a few tries but my new car (a VW Eos) is more difficult and a little scary.

But that isn’t the best part about this parking garage. I don’t have keys to get into the building so I have to carry the garage door opener around so I can open it. I get the funniest looks from people when I am walking near a building and instead of using the door next to the garage I open the garage door with this old school garage door opener. This really throws off the front desk attendants because they think I am a terrorist trying to break in to their luxurious Lake Shore Drive apartment building.

In fact, this one man that works for the building likes to stop me EVERY time I go to get my car. I pull in to the building and he runs out and yells “WHO ARE YOU”. I begin to roll my eyes and explain to him that I live around the corner but I am renting a parking spot in this building (like I do every day). He responds “What unit do you live in here?” Clearly, what I JUST SAID didn’t go through (or the last 20 times I said it). I repeat that I don’t live here and I am renting. We go back and forth for a five or ten minutes and he lets me go. I attempt to park and exit out the front of the building. He stops me and asks, “who are YOU”. Not this again...

The next day I pull in the garage and I notice him sticking his head out the door staring me and my car down. I speed forward so he doesn’t stop me and proceed to my spot. As I get out of my car I see him running up the ramp towards me. Seriously. He runs to my car and says “WHO ARE YOU”. Same story, different day.

This goes on every day for like a week. “Who are YOU” ... crazy man.

Then, I go out and get a new car. Oh man, if this man wasn’t confused before he was sure going to be now. I park my new car and go downstairs. I stop at the front desk and say “Just wanted to let you know that I got a new car and so if you see a new car it is me”. He asks “WHO ARE YOU?”. Really, sir? Really.

I explain that I use to drive a Beetle and now I drive a white Eos and I don’t live in the building but I park there. Same story I have been telling him for over 2 weeks. He goes “OH, Right! You’re my baby!” Excuse me. I went from a stranger to his “baby”. This man needs meds.

My apartment building is suppose to have parking opening in June, and you can bet your bottom dollar I am going to jump at a spot to move out of crazyville and into a new spot.