Parking Gods

Call it what you want – parking gods, parking roulette, whatever – I am playing the game or being played every day. There are far more graduate students than there are grad spaces. So when you come after 8:30 in the morning, there’s nowhere to park. This may or may not mean that a certain gray CR-V with California plates has been in faculty A-lot spaces a couple times this past week. Don’t judge me. Guess who won these particular parking war battles? That’s right—ME. No tickets, nothing. Hallelujah. Amen. PTL. Call it what you want. Either way – I have to admit since I have to play it, I kinda love this parking game.

{Where I spend my days and where my car is parked at least four days a week - the slightly odd, slightly fantastic Tanner Building - picture obviously taken during a different season - way too much sun for February}