I blame Vail Resorts for starting this parking fee epidemic. As I learned, two hours is not enough time for a “cut and color.” Surely, the salon and restaurants in the vicinity don’t want their patrons getting $87 tickets just for enjoying a leisurely cut and color or lingering over dessert. So, a compromise was reached: No more parking in that cursed lot.īeyond the obvious greed at play here, I pondered the motivations behind this parking predicament.
But asking her to do that would be akin to her telling me to ditch my Broncos fandom. I thought about suggesting to my wife that she find a new stylist who doesn’t reside in the lair of the parking fee monsters. Well, my car and I will just have to boycott that lot.
For a 24-hour stint, they demanded a cool $30, pretty much the same as the Vail parking garage. The rates? It’s almost as heart-stopping as realizing you left your phone at home. Beneath the readable “complementary” text, I found a labyrinth of payment instructions.
