So, tonight is a Sunday and everyone knows what that means. (What, Mikey? What could it possibly mean?) Well I'm so glad y'all asked. Sunday night is the night that I have to move my car back to River Lot. Now to most, this will not seem like a big deal. River Lot is literally a two minute walk back to my dorm. However, being that I am a student here at the "esteemed" University of Rochester, it's never that simple. Ok, it's storytime.
As I previously mentioned, I have to move my car back to the lot I am assigned to as to not get that stupid fucking 20 dollar ticket that the U of R parking regime neatly tucks under your windshield wiper every time they catch you stopped on campus at a place that is not your assigned lot. (Watch all of the parking parts of this classic: Evil UofR) . Anywhoot, I get to River Lot and I see the spot that I usually have is open. It's the spot that is right next to the sign that indicates that students are allowed to park from the sign on. I pull into said spot with my four-wheel drive SUV and of course, I get stuck. To answer your question, yes, all the staff spots were completely plowed, and no, not one single student parking spot was plowed. So I spend 20 minutes trying to dig myself out as to not be stuck after I pulled in more, Laryssa, and after failing time and time again, I finally get out of the spot. The kicker is, I had to spend an additional 20 minutes digging out the entire fucking spot just to get my car in. And all of this for what? To not get that fucking stupid 20 dollar ticket. Pieces of shit. You will not get one penny of what I make from the job I get, no thanks to your fucking garbage school.
And now for the special "icing on the cake in addition to the kicker" section of the rant: I almost slipped 8,000 times on my walk back to my dorm because they can't even salt the fucking sidewalks. I hope your children all lose crucial body parts. Fuckers.
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