The most hidden urban punishment terminal in the world
When you just go to your vehicle in the car park on the fourth floor and you find out you forgot to pay, but you have no idea where the Bleeb the payment parking machine is.
Then a worldtour for the damn parking paying machine starts.
Going everywhere in the labyrinth parking lot to search for the blasted escaped machine.
Going to the downstairs floor, no paying machine. Searching on the first floor after wandering around with eyes extra in our front head and extra on the back of our heads, but not even close and mostly no miserable pay station.
Second floor where normally the emotionally unstable waffle accountants live, but they relocated because of severe collegial wining issues: no insanely expensive parking device to be found.
Then, with all bravery we could grab, up to the third floor, where we stumbled on some lost mayonaise on the ceiling, I don’t wanna guess what had happened here, but guess what: niente financial trauma dispenser.
After the third machineless floor we again arrived at floor number 4, where our car was still parked thinking: if you’re asking me those two morons are totally nearsighted, like how can you walk past a huge paying center with a mega sign on it saying: pay HERE damn people, we need your money and quick!
14 hours (or 14 minutes) further, we were still seeking and I even forgot what I was searching for.
We than decided to go back to the downstairs, nobody knows why, because why on earth would you think you would suddenly find a money slurping machine out there after already crawling across the floor inspecting every mouse hole and suspicious dust corners like two pathetic former school dropouts.
And then arriving on the downstairs and then find out that you (and husband too!) just been sleepwalking past the suspicious paying thing all along. Yes slept because how else can you not see a huge urban punishment terminal if you were not sleeping.
Anyway.
If that wasn’t yet enough deeply alarming then comes the very moment you don’t know how in the actual drunken hamsters to get out of that stupid retarded garage again (or maybe we were just retarded) because you can only keep going further up, you find out that you’ll have to turn around after all and the parking garage is so narrow that you can barely turn the ass of your car around.
Anyhow.
