I Got The Boot

I used to write from a Caribou Coffee located in a strip mall that was notorious for booting cars. Despite signs on the doors of every shop in site screaming "Do not park in the middle of the lot - YOU WILL BE BOOTED!", people would, almost purposefully, avoid the normal, designated spots and aim for the smack-dab-middle. The limo driver who ran in for a Subway foot-long; the mom-of-two who needed to fax something at Kinkos. I'd watch from my window "office" as a tow truck swung wildly from the liquor store across the street and, in an instant, either boot or tow the car. For a while my innate sense of good and hatred of The Man prompted me to get up and warn those who entered Caribou. I even saved a few of them from bootdom. But a girl's gotta work and I couldn't wear my Anti Towing Cape all the time. It was amazing, the swiftness and, at the same time, the painful slowness with which it all happened -- in the 10 seconds it took someone to lock their door and turn towards Ace Hardware, their automobile was gone or locked down, like dropping a bottle of nail polish remover on your hardwood floors and screaming, slow-mo, "Noooooo---". Splash.

My trusty Mercury never got towed, as I parked within the dotted lines. I lived a life of smug bootlessness.

Until last week.

I had driven to my cousin's to say hello and fed the meter two quarters. Plenty of time. He even walked me back to my car after 55 minutes to make sure I didn't get a ticket. But as we rounded the corner, our laughter fell silent as our eyes fixed upon that hideous monstrosity of Chicago parking enforcement known as ... the Denver Boot.

What was it doing on my car? I still had two minutes left! I shrieked like a little girl who just had her doll's head popped off my the neighborhood bully and ran over to find a giant, bumper sticker-like notice practically hot glue-gunned to my window. Too many unpaid parking tickets. I had to go to Horrible Government Office X, Y or Z -- in person, right now -- or risk towing and additional fees.

As I cried into my sportsbra, my cousin called the police, who informed him I had ... wait for it ... $1300 in unpaid parking tickets. Yes. Actually, they were my husband's tickets, but he had appealed them all -- sometimes he even got out of them -- so we thought we were safe. No, the operator informed us, we most certainly were not. And now we owed an additional $60 for boot removal.

Chicago law states that after three unpaid parking tickets, you are boot-eligible. Compounding matters, under a brand new revenue-generating plan introduced by Mayor Daley, motorists with only two delinquent parking or red-light tickets will soon face my fate. Da Boot. In my case, the shoes fit, and now I was wearing one. And it was the worst shoe ever -- ugly, painful, clunky, debilitating, hobbling and very out of fashion.

Paying those tickets was great fun. I waited in line with about 30 other Chicagoans who had been snagged that same day. Many of us texted or conducted business in lines; others tried to placate their kids with vending machine snacks or simply sulked. I was informed of a payment plan option but I knew a monthly reminder would simply bring back this horrid memory, so I paid in full. (Hey, at least I get United miles!) After settling my -- our -- gigantic tab, I was told the boot would be removed sometime before 10pm that night.

It was 1pm.

"For $1300, you can't send someone now?" I snapped/pleaded through the glass partition.

The woman did not look amused. She waved me away with a hand that said, "Girl, please. We don't owe you a damn thing." It was a wave reserved for scofflaws; drivers who think they can escape the law with eloquent, strongly-defended letters about broken meters, tree-obscured No Parking signs and too-long but very important doctor's appointments. It was a wave that, in one swoop, took my rent money, my dignity, my hope that karma would circle back 'round from when I saved those Caribou Coffee customers.

You think you can escape The Boot?

You can't.

No one can.

Comments

[hattrick16]

This sounds like it's the strip mall across from Binny's Beverage Depot off of Clark by the intersection of Barry and Halsted. Don't try parking at the Dunkin' Donuts just up the block because you're sure to get the boot there too.

[azusmom]

Wow, ORSunshine, way to have compassion!
Maybe he contested the tickets because he thought he had legitimate reasons to do so. Maybe it's none of our business why she was driving her car instead of taking the train. Maybe she's trying to deal with a situation most people would just bitch and moan about with humor, instead.

[ORSunshine]

But you can! Your husband should have stopped making excuses for why he was so "special" and therefore the rule of law didn't apply to him... and instead, he should have owned up and paid the fines. In Chicago I don't even really understand why you are driving a car anyway -- why not ride the train?

[LeftRight]

Second:

The fourth reason why not is because the schedule is not designed around ANYTHING logical!! I work from 6am-2:30pm, and I can't catch a bus to bring me into the Midway area in time to get to work. Then when I get off of work, I have to wait for at least 2-3 hours before the first bus comes on my first step to get back home!

Finally, the fifth, and last, reason why not is because of the time it takes to ride public transit. I can get to and from work with around a half hour of travel each way. By contrast, the FASTEST public transit routes that I could take are TWO HOURS! That's assuming that everything is running on time, and I'm walking fast on the 1.25 mile walk downtown to transfer from CTA to RTA.

[LeftRight]

First:

Why not ride the train??????? Obviously you don't live around here.

The first reason why not is because the train doesn't go where you want to go, unless you are either GOING downtown or LEAVING downtown. If you are in suburb "A" and want to go to suburb "B", you are pretty much screwed. Gotta go downtown first

The second reason why not is because even with gas at around $4/gal, it is often CHEAPER to drive around here. I live about 25 miles from work, and it is around 1 gallon of gas each way for me to drive to work. By contrast, it was around $7 each way for me to come to work using public transit.

The third reason why not is because Chicago's public transit system is in such disrepair! I wouldn't watch to TOUCH the train, cause then I'd have to go get a freaking tetanus shot, they can't move at speed, there are derailments several times a year, power outages several times a month, and delays several times a day!