Don’t Park Here
I got a response from the Car Park dudes, Q-Park today...
In my email to them I explained that my Swedish wasn't the best so any correspondence would be preferred in English if at all possible. The letter arrived without even a suggestion that they'd taken notice of this little detail but instead insisted that being out of the country is not a good enough excuse not to move my car!!! No, admittedly my translating skills aren't the best and I could have misread/understood the tone of the letter - but I don't think so. It got my back up so much that I immediately wrote another email berating their idiocy and point blank refusing to pay any such fine without a reasonable reason as to why I was given a ticket in my own car park in the first place!
2010 … another good year … [cont.]
I left it a day before heading back out to try and get the car shifted. I wish I hadn't. Another blizzard over night and now the car is pretty much the same as it was the other day.
I gave a bigger bash at getting it out and discovered to my dismay that I have a parking ticket! In my own car park! Where I pay rent!
I manage to get the car moved about 2 feet before the summer tyres decide to stop playing. It's at this point that my fatigue, back and motivation dissipates and I head inside for a cuppa and to write a stinking email to the car park warden....
2010 … another good year …
My relief at getting back home after a dismal Christmas was extremely short lived. Firstly, I arrived back to a car under about 5 feet of snow - which was made worse by the snow plough driver who decided the back of my car was the best place to pile the snow he'd been moving. I don't own a snow shovel, so I had to make do with my hands and various implements that became handy - like milk cartons.
My first attempt at getting the car out was a bit pathetic really. I managed to clear the sides, get in the car and get it started and sat there for a few minutes trying to regain the feeling in my fingers. After a while I began to get a bit woozy and discovered that I was sitting in a car quickly filling with exhaust fumes. Upon investigation I found that as I had cleared the sides of the car and not the back, I had created a little hollow in which the car was sitting, no air was being let out from under the car, including the exhaust emissions which had little else choice but to rise up into the car itself.
After sorting that out I was pretty knackered and my back had pretty much given up on me, so I decided to take a short break ...
