South Bend is celebrating its 150th anniversary this weekend. They’ve been pulling out all the stops; there’s been a crazy amount of shit going on downtown all weekend and while at least a couple of things probably ought to have gotten somebody killed from what I’ve been hearing and seeing most everyone’s been having a good time. My wife and I brought the boy downtown this afternoon for a bit, mostly intending to just walk around. As expected, finding parking was a bit of a difficulty.
Now, you’re just going to have to trust me, because I didn’t get a good picture of this part, but a lot of the streets near the event downtown were filled with cars parked right next to “NO PARKING SATURDAY OR SUNDAY” signs. Apparently what the signs mean is don’t park on top of the sign, because there were plenty of blocks that were completely full of cars except for the small amounts of space taken up by the actual no parking standees. Again, I should have gotten a picture.
It’s been a long time since I lived in Chicago, but I was well trained during my time there. If your ass sees a No Parking sign in Chicago, what that sign means is if you can see this sign with a telescope, you shouldn’t park here, because those motherfuckers will fine you if there is a sign underneath a car six blocks from where you’re parked.
Now, I watched a ton of cops stroll right by those cars without ticketing anybody, despite the potential bonanza in ticket fees. Watched people pull out. Drove right past some empty spots. Did not park. I’m a Chicagoan still. I know better.
We finally found a spot. A whole road, even. This is the view behind my car:
TONS OF “NO PARKING” SIGNS: park wherever the hell you want, nobody cares.
ABSOLUTELY NO SIGNAGE AT ALL: Do not park.
I swear, I was nervous leaving my car here.
There’s a word for this, I just don’t know what it is.