One of my favorite nature trail spots is adjacent to a small stadium, home to a local baseball team. The other day I headed over there in the morning for a hike (several hours before anybody would be showing up for a game) and parked waaaaaay in the back, in the free zone in the grass, near the trailhead. A parking lot attendant golf-carted himself all the way through the completely empty lot to try to strongarm me into parking even further away, because apparently my one little car would deprive some hapless baseball fan of a free parking space in the grass at the rear of the lot. Lord save me from rent-a-uniforms who have nothing better to do than puff themselves up.
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