Dear Landmark Center Parking Garage,
You are the worst parking garage. Ever. You are too goddamned expensive, I can’t park in half of your spaces because of those giant goddamned pillars between every othergoddamned space, and, by midnight all your Brookline Ave. doors are locked, forcing me to walk up the same ramp that some drunk getting out of a club is driving down.
You’ve risked my life, drained my wallet, and dented my car.
Well, you think you’ve got me pretty well screwed, eh? Not so much.
Here’s a little tip for you Dig readers, one I’m sure some of you have discovered already: During the baseball season, when you have tickets for an early game, show up late-ish, park in the Landmark garage, and, while wearing a Red Sox hat, tell them you are NOT going to the game. Then, go into the theater, get your parking validated, and buy a matinee ticket to whatever. Anything—The Twilight Pirates of the Hangover 2—who the fuck cares.
You’ll have to be out of there in three hours, but you’ll save—or, more importantly, screw the Landmark parking asshats out of—about $20.
Enjoy!
Sincerely,
Paved Over Paradise