It was June 2011, and I was on my way from North Carolina to Austin Texas to participate in the Musician’s Round Table at Wizard Academy. We arrived in Atlanta around 8:30PM, and it was raining.
After unloading our car in the loading zone at the hotel, I found a nearby parking lot, and paid the price for one day of parking.
The next morning, we got up to drive the next leg of our trip, to New Orleans. We walked a couple of blocks to the parking lot and ther was a boot on our car, with instructions to call a number and pay $75.00 if we wanted to drive the car again.
I was so furious. The sign said nothing about a starting time and ending time for the parking. There was no attendant (either at night or in the morning.) Even thinking about it now, I’m a little bit angry.
So, I called the number, and paid the ransom, and while waiting for the Parking man to arrive, I wrote “The Parking Man Cometh”. Hopefully this song will earn me $75.00 to make it worth getting hijacked by those parking Nazis.