Park it

The downside of not working is I'm the one who gets to run the errands, which of course cuts into my Ellen and Judge Judy time. Thank you, I'm staying strong.

As I was running them today, they took me to an outdoor mall near my house I've been to a hundred times before. There's a Chipolte, Panda Express and Vons we shop at almost every other day (geez, do we have to feed those kids again?!).

But today, I had to run into Radio Shack (whole other post about that coming) to pick up a battery for the wife's digital kitchen scale. So I parked in a part of the lot I've never parked in, and noticed something I hadn't seen before.

There's a park in the parking lot.

Now, granted, it's not much of a park. With not much of a view. And not much of a sitting area. Still, I don't know how else you'd classify this tiny island in the middle of the lot.

Being the shakedown city this is, I can only imagine this was some sort of contractual obligation between the mall developer and the city. As one of the conditions of approving the mall plans, the developer had to provide a park for nearby residents.

You can almost feel their joy from here.

Anyway, next time I want to get out for a bit, maybe I'll pack a picnic lunch and head over there. I don't think I'll be bothered by all the auto fumes coming at me from all directions.

I'm in advertising. I'm used to working places that like to inhale their own fumes.