Story time! With pictures!
Last week I journeyed to the Edgewood Retail District to pick up this insanely large book for my new Ladies’ Urban Planning book club. It’s about the guy who shaped New York, building great things like parks and crappy things like all the expressways cause he hated public transit, though he never drove himself anywhere.
Apparently he did a lot, a whoppingly huge biography a lot.
After hitting up Barnes & Noble, I decided to head over to my favorite restaurant, Figo for a treat, cutting through the parking deck, where I discovered the most ironic parking deck signs ever.
That’s right, folks, the lovely pink level sign features street cars. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a guilt trip for driving there or a slap in the face to transit, or if anyone even ever notices, but I was floored. And by floored I mean I felt compelled to stop and take photographic evidence of the sign. Two felt it was insulting, I’m not sure how I feel, other than curious as to who thought street cars in an area that has none and isn’t really that transit friendly in my lazy opinion was a good idea.