How about this: the scene is a fine autumn night, and I pull up on the campus of my university, into the instructor’s lot (I had a legit parking pass). A kid comes up to me when I’m dragging my materials out of the car, and says “you can’t park here.”
And I said “I have a blue pass. I can park here.”
And he said “No, you can’t. There’s going to be a (basket)ball game tonight, and this lot is reserved for the game.”
Me: “Um, this is the lot for people teaching Engineering classes. I’m teaching an Engineering class tonight.”
Him: “It doesn’t matter.”
Me: “You mean to tell me, I drove 40 miles to teach a graduate level Engineering class, and I have an instructor’s tag, and I’m in the instructor’s lot, and I can’t park here?”
Him: “Look, I don’t make the rules. Move your car, or you’ll be towed.”
Me: “Well, where the hell am I supposed to park? Keeping in mind, I’m teaching an actual course here, you know, the primary purpose of a University?”
Him: (names a spot that is about 1/2 mile away)
Me: (expletive deleted)
Him: (raises eyes and backs away)
Me: “How in the fuck am I supposed to walk that far to get to the class that I’m teaching?”
Him: “Park (1/2 mile away) and call a cab.”
:rolleyes:
So I left, and parked a half mile away, and walked the whole way. Which isn’t terribly far, but mind you, I was teaching the class at night after working all day, and I was tired, and I was lugging a bag full of papers and books, and not-too-light laptop.
The next day, I called the Dean and complained. Long story short, his response:
“NOBODY parks in the instructor’s lots on a game night. No exceptions.”
Yeah. Because we all know, sports is the primary purpose of going to University, not learning.
(Now, I’ll just sit back and wait for the first person to come in and miss the point entirely and ask me why I hayte teh sports so much. To which I’m unapologetic - if you think a person teaching an actual University course shouldn’t be allowed to park in the teacher’s lot during a game night because it will take one, single, precious spot away from a basketball fan, then you are a dumbass. And yes, I would make the same rant if it was a music fest, cooking class, or an Australian dick poetry competition.)