The Perils of Sunset Chasing.

So the sunset betrayed me last week.

Birmingham isn’t an easy city to photograph – we have hills and trees and trees and hills.

BUT.

The downtown area is in a basin. So if you can get above it in any way, it’s MAGNIFICENT. Besides the mountain ranges on the south and east sides, there are parking decks. I’ve investigated several of them, but had heard of another – at a different angle – that was supposed to be sublime.

The inventor of the fantastic group InstagramBham, Blaine, was the one who first mentioned this deck during a news interview. I tried to find it…but I couldn’t. I tried again…and failed. I finally asked him for specifics…and I found it.

Clearly built in the 70’s, it looked more than a little creepy, as parking decks go. On the side I approached first, it said “NOT OPEN TO PUBLIC” and “VETERAN’S AFFAIRS PARKING DECK.”

I look like a Veteran, no?

I drove around to the corner and it told a different story.

“BIRMINGHAM PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION”

“FREE FOR FIRST HOUR”

Okay this was good. Because I had no cash. I rarely use the stuff anyway, but I had quite inexplicably used every last dollar in my possession that day.

(But I was fairly certain that just in case, I had a bit of stray money amidst the moon dust in the bottom of my purse.)

I drove around and around and around, slowly circling upward around the infinite floors of the parking deck.

I was alone on the top, which made me partially relieved and partially nervous. What if someone else came up here? What if they weren’t a good person? Parking decks aren’t places that ladies should hang out alone…

Oh – did I mention I was alone? I was alone.

I clutched my phone and my camera and my car keys and did a 360 look around the deck every 45 seconds. I’m not usually such a wuss but I was in a different part of downtown than I was used to, and the buildings did look a bit creepy that night.

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In a good way.

I relished the sunset.

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Every angle was amazing,

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Every cloud was perfectly placed.

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I couldn’t have picked a better night to visit a new place, and I was thrilled to add this parking deck to my repertoire.

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Once the last pink cloud faded away, I hopped in the car and began my descent. The parking lot grew seven more layers from the time I entered.

…And then I realized that you had to do this weird every other corkscrew thing to get out – long, short, long short – so I might have just gone in seven extra circles.

Finally, I got to the gates.

“PUBLIC PARKING – LEFT LANE”

No problem. I had my ticket. I had been there less than an hour. It was a free sunset.

I pulled up to the meter – the one that I assumed would eat my ticket – and there was a sign.

“AFTER HOURS PARKING $2”

Gone was the long and fancy rate sheet from when I entered. Two dollars to get out, and two dollars was the only way you’re getting out.

It’s okay. Surely I can scrounge up two dollars. SURELY.

I pulled out my industrial strength mining sifter and began going through the contents of the bottom of my purse.

Old receipt…

Soft Mint from the Mexican Restaurant…

Unused Diaper…or is it?

But there was no cash.

Oh no. Oh no no no.

I pulled out my wallet. Maybe I stowed away some cash in a hidden compartment. Maybe I had enough change. Surely there was some way I could get myself out of this parking deck before the Ghosts of Veterans began floating about.

But no.

I had a few dimes, a nickel, one quarter, and three pennies.

The night turned on me and became spontaneously dark. Silent and dark. The feeling of being trapped crept up the back of my neck and I pondered how typical it was for someone to simply crash their car through the gate.

After all, the sign had lied to me…

I emptied my wallet. A couple coupons, all-too-useful credit cards, and my checkbook.

And I was in an abandoned parking deck at 8:15pm in nearly-North-Birmingham.

I heard a sound approaching from the left.

A security guard walked up. He looked just like Morgan Freeman if Morgan Freeman were more wiry.

(Which he probably is in real life. All movie stars are. Stupid cameras and their stupid pounds.)

Officer Freeman stared at me. And said nothing.

As I desperately dug, I explained my predicament without the use of commas.

“The deck said it was free for under and hour and I used my last few dollars to get my husband into the pool this afternoon and I can’t find any money except for this change and OH the machine only takes quarters so it’s useless to me anyway and I have no idea how I am going to get out of this deck.”

I didn’t mention that my crashing-through-the-gate strategy wouldn’t work any longer since he showed up.

He finally spoke, in a measured, soft tone. “It’s two dollars after the cashier goes home. And she leaves at seven.”

This would have been useful information to have included on the sign at the entrance. But whatev.

“But the rate sheet…I wasn’t prepared…it didn’t say anything about after hours charges!”

He continued to stand over me, silently. Just like Morgan Freeman would, as he wisely let me learn to solve the problems of the universe for myself.

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I started scratching off the inner layer of my purse, hoping that purses eat change like dryers eat socks. I looked more and more like a cat trapped in a garbage can.

Finally, he spoke.

“How much do you have?”

“Well…let’s see. 93 cents. Oh DANG IT!”

I had dropped a dime. I opened my car door, desperately pawing around for it. But it fell into some sort of crack in the universe and was surely in Narnia by now, most likely growing into a dime tree.

Feeling even worse, I began to empty out all of my car compartments to prove to the security guard that I had nothing else.

He slowly stuck his hand in his pocket, as if he had the magic key to let me out.

I found three more pennies and added it to my handful.

He fiddled with something in his pocket, seemingly still waiting for me to ‘fess up that I actually had plenty of money.

I reached my hands into the inner folds of my car’s private places and drew them back empty.

He silently pulled out a shiny token and put it in the meter. My shackling gate lifted.

I poured my grimy, sticky, triple-coated change into his hand, thanked him profusely, and sped out of the deck – before that Evil Bar went back down.

And I promised myself – and the Skinny Mr. Freeman half a mile behind me – that I would never sunset chase without cash. Ever again.

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  1. 1
    Stephanie says:

    Oh, I would have been so nervous and SO sweaty! We keep change in our cars for situations such like this, but I have a bad habit of using it and not replacing it. I think this post might have scared me straight–I’m filling up that change holder tonight.

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    What a nice guy! I have been in that position before, more than once, having to walk to an ATM to figure out how to get out of a deck. The worst was once when I was in college – I ended up having to pay about $10 to park in a deck at Children’s when I was there for only a few minutes to deliver something. Outrageous. And I probably had to pay an ATM fee, too. This city needs to work on its parking! I try to keep some change, but it is usually a quarter. I shall stock up further. No, your comments aren’t broken – it’s just another Manic Monday here! Read earlier, but no time to respond.

    • 2.1

      I can’t complain too much about parking here – it’s a lot cheaper than most cities! It’s just not as technologically advanced. Probably because our prices don’t allow such fanciness.

      Although $10 for a few minutes does sound horrific.

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    Heather Brown says:

    Comments aren’t broken. :) I am not a frequent commenter, but I read every blog you write. I forget that you enjoy the comments as much as we enjoy the blogs. I’ll try to do better. :) FYI: My husband keeps a roll of quarters in my glove compartment. These are for emergencies such as yours.

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      Valerie C says:

      Ditto. I read them all but am terrible at commenting. Not broken, just a bunch of lurkers. :) I have emergency money in my car that I am constantly using for “emergencies” like coffee and am horrible at replacing. In fact, I think my car and purse are empty at the moment, Perhaps I should go add some quarters… Really, why can’t everyone just take credit cards!?!

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      I need to do that as well. I always think I have change and never *actually* do. It’s time to start hoarding cash.

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    Eleanorjane says:

    I’ve found it quite weird needing to keep cash on you while living in England. New Zealand is almost totally cashless – everyone takes Eftpos.

    In England almost all the parking can be paid using a mobile phone and a credit or debit card so you would have been okay.

    Still, all the drama is balanced out by the lovely sunset photos.

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      Just when I think we’re nearly cashless, I realize how far we are away from that. But it’s getting closer…I have a little triangle that hooks into my phone and I can swipe people’s credit cards. And it was free. If only the parking deck could get one…

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    So Morgan Freeman didn’t mind making you sweat for a hot minute, did he? NOT NICE.

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    Amanda says:

    Last month, when we went to the aquarium in Corpus, we didn’t get a parking token – they’re supposed to sell them to you with your tickets, but I guess the girl didn’t offer one and Josh has not been there as much as I have and didn’t ask for one, so when we were leaving we had to hop the curb to escape. I felt SO BAD but I wasn’t going to make him park again and go all the way back in just for that.

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    Brittany says:

    Both of the Redmont photos are gorg!

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