Angry Letter to Student Center Garage

Dear Student Center Garage,

Where are my parking spots?

To be honest, Student Center Garage, you really tweak my bumpers. There is no designated spot for resident vehicles. All you care about is commuters. Every “available” space is for them. Commuters! The cars that show up for eight hours, then leave.

Meanwhile, we live here. We pay to live here. And yet somehow, we are suckers who owe hundreds of dollars in tickets for parking in a garage where our owners live.

Your uniformed lackeys hand out tickets every week. After a long day, I park. Then, my owner walks peacefully away from that amazing front-row parking. BAM! A ticket from the CCSU police lackeys. For what? Parking slightly crooked? I am a car, cinder head. I do not cause chaos. Being a resident does not matter.

Let us talk about the audacity of this parking garage. Commuters get spots and leave, no problem. Meanwhile, my owner circles like it is a racetrack. I flinch every time some spoiled freshman commuter swings a door open because, news flash, the garage’s compact spaces are a tight squeeze for my SUV curves. I deserve a spot that fits. Make room for the full-sized rides, will you?

Convenience? Every day is a hunt to find a spot. I am a loyal car. I am dependable. I carry my owner safely to class, late nights and early mornings; yet this garage treats us like we do not exist. Invisible. Have you no decency? You want me to park ten minutes away on the freaking street, away from my owner’s dorm, only to force her to walk back alone at night.

So, let’s make a deal: we need real spots for residents. Not “maybe if a commuter is not using it.” Real spots. Wide-ass spots. Some respect too. Otherwise, I am done. I will sit outside in the cold, rotting away my paint job, but at least I will not be part of your garage or a revenue stream for the Central cash register.

Consider this a warning, Student Center Garage. I am not just a car. I am Appa, the silver Honda CR-V– brand new, reliable, and already tired of your favouritism with the commuters. My owner lives here, so give us some slack. It’s not just that I cannot find a spot, but spaces that are clearly marked for residents are stolen by commuters who receive no ticket.

Until then, thanks for running the most welcoming garage at this school. This brand-new Honda really appreciates being treated like a crappy car every time it’s looking for a spot.

FED UP!

Appa, the silver Honda CR-V

Featured Image Credit / Kendall LaMorte