Dear City of Atlanta,
As a destination for someone in a car, you suck. You outsourced your on-street parking control to some outfit called ParkAtlanta, and took the individual parking meters in Midtown away. Evidently you replaced them with these oh-so-environmentally-correct "Pay Stations," one for every 10 or so parking spots:
Notice the color of the parking station. It's BLACK. Friggin' BLACK. No light on it. Easy to spot when you park nearby, right? In the dark? In an unfamiliar area? NOT!!!!
NOW I remember hearing the horror stories of the overzealous enforcement and last spring's moratorium, but last week they were the furthest thing from my mind.
When I parked on the side street (Peachtree Place) at the Midtown Publix Friday evening to grab something for dinner, I looked on the sidewalk beside the parking spot for a meter. I saw nothing. Nada. Zilch. I ran in, took about fifteen minutes to finally decide on a lovely salad, rice pudding, & Caffeine Free Diet Coke, and hopped back into my car for the short trek over to the parking garage at Technology Square. As I turned the corner onto West Peachtree, I saw something flapping under my windshield wiper. At the next stop light, I hopped out, grabbed it off the car, hopped back in, looked at it, and began turning the air inside my car bluer than the frozen air outside. It wasn't until late the next afternoon that this OTP gal finally figured out how the parking schtick works there in Midtown.
Yeah, you got me, you bastards. There was no way I was going to see a black, unlit parking pay station at 9:30 at night in a strange area of town, unless it was either right beside my space or (debatably) right beside the front door of Publix. You must have been waiting to swoop right down on me during the 15 minutes I was inside. I'll pay the ticket, though $25 would buy me a whole lot of coffee. However, this is just one more reason I only come ITP south of Buckhead to hit IKEA (with their own FREE parking deck), and straight back home.