The specter of permit parking (Metro, Oct. 5) has chosen to rear its ugly head over our fair metropolis leaving us with a world full of options: If my neighborhood "goes permit," I can pay anywhere from $15 to $30 to go anywhere (within a six block radius of my house) and be assured of a parking space--that is, if many neighbors, with whom I am already vying for the inadequate amount of space available, haven't gotten home from work first.
Suppose I want lunch out today: I can find a nice one-hour meter and sneak out of the restaurant from time to time to feed it quarters. Or I can eat fast.
Perhaps the restaurant has a valet parking lot. Great! I can pay money for an opportunity to spend more money eating. Either that or park in a pay lot, because I'm not likely to find free street parking with "permit fever" sweeping the Southland.
One gets the impression that these new parking policies are a tad biased in favor of folks with cash or agoraphobics who aren't about to go out in the first place.