An Author's Scratchwork
Picture it. America, 2019. Middle of Spring. You’re driving back from work and the usual mixture of cars are speeding, cutting people off and acting like the selfish creatures humans daily prove they are. You come up to a car displaying several political stickers on their back window, supporting a politician and mindset you find despicable and abhorrent. But you carry your thoughts elsewhere and ponder at red lights about what to make for dinner…
To continue my posts on driving, I would like to examine another specimen–the ominous, the abysmal, the tomb-like death trap we all know and love: the parking garage.
Now I am familiar with two general varieties of parking garages: the mostly above ground type and the strictly below ground garages. These latter types are also known as crypts, believe it or not, due to the high body counts they acquire. Either variety you pick, however, have beasts waiting within their labyrinths of blind corners and enough riddles to make you stop and question life’s conundrums.
I give you: the magical parking garages.
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There is a road, or several really, that I pass on my daily commute. At certain times, the rules the rest of us peons follow whilst driving on these roads become obsolete. I watch as people run red lights at 40 mph+. I observe as drivers turn left from what I would have sworn was a straight only lane. I’ve experienced people doing U-turns only to then go straight on red. I was nearly t-boned during such an instance as I proceeded to turn left on a green light when traffic was clear. Silly me.
Peregrine Arc 