Playing Downtown Minneapolis Parking Roulette
“You’ve got to ask yourself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?'”
–Clint Eastwood as Dirty Harry
The confusing, contradictory parking sign — make that signs — might as well have been hieroglyphics (or maybe an especially sadistic SAT question).
But the choice parking spot directly in front of Black Sheep Pizza (in the Minneapolis warehouse district) was simply too good to pass up.
So my family chanced it.
Meter Made
Our leap of faith (and $1 parking fee) were rewarded an hour later when we emerged to find . . . no ticket!
Or at least, I assume no ticket — they do still leave it on your windshield, don’t they??
P.S.: Our two pizzas, one deep dish Sicilian and the other flat-crust, were terrific.
See also, “Penny $2.50 Wise, Pound Foolish”; “Downtown Minneapolis Parking — or Lack Thereof“; and “Uptown Minneapolis’ New 50% Surtax on Small Purchases.“
