Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Parking in the Porno District

So parking here is pretty redic. Honolulu was deemed the third most expensive city for both daily and monthly parking, behind New York and Boston. And that's if you can find it.

My work is cool enough to give everyone a $100 monthly parking stipend, but you are on your own to find a place. When I first got hired, I went through about eight garages and lots before I finally found a surface lot fairly close to my building with space available. Then toward the middle of last month, I arrive at my car only to find a letter under the windshield that said as of October 31, my lot would no longer be open. Swell.

The semi-good news was that the management company offered discounted rates to another one of their lots not far down the same street. I figured, hey, if it means I save about thirty bucks a month, I'm willing to walk an extra hundred yards.

Then I realize my new lot is located between this:

(Backseat Betty's Love Boutique)

and this:
(Club Moulin Rouge)

Now in all fairness, this didn't come as a total shock since I was parking up the street next to Axxxtion Video, not to mention all of the Korean hookers that come out at night between my building and the Wal-Mart. But, still, I think it's pretty hilarious.

Now, for those of you family members still reading after my obscenity-filled menehune post, worry not:
  1. I have mace on my keychain.
  2. I almost always arrive/leave in the daylight.
  3. When I do leave after dark, my boss always drives me to my car.
  4. I almost always call someone so I am on the phone while I'm walking.
  5. It's a very busy area, so there are always people out walking around and whatnot (read: too many potential witnesses).
  6. I feel pretty confident that nasty perverts are going to be more interested in the naked women and booze at Club Moulin Rouge than me, especially considering the area (being white, I'm not exactly their type).
Really, I'm just posting this because I told my parents the story, and I think they think I was joking that the store is called Backseat Betty's.

I rest my case.

k

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