From yesterday...
Apr. 3rd, 2002 05:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
libertangoTwo "Only In Seattle" moments:
* I get out of my plasma donation. (I've been meaning to write about my adventures in plasmaland, but later.) It's about 5:30p, or so. While I've been in the building, the clouds have all cleared from the sky. The city is suffused with an amber glow in the slowing setting sun that is a wonder to behold.
As I'm driving up to Green Lake, I'm listening to 710 KIRO. And there's a traffic report. And the guy in the helicopter is talking about how the bridges across Lake Washington are clogging up somewhat in the westbound direction because, swear to god, "The sun is out and getting in everyone's eyes."
...now, to be fair, I know what he means. It was late in the day, so the angle was very oblique.
But still.
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* When I got to Green Lake, I decided to try out a fish'n'chips stand I'd noticed a few times, Spuds.
On the way, I noticed how many many people were taking advantage of the weather, and promenading around the lake. Green Lake is known as being somewhat similar to NYC's Central Park's reservoir, in that it's a good medium-sized run (2.5 miles or thereabouts, as I recall). But far more people were just walking than running. Plus, up at the strange place where Green Lake Way, 71st St, and Ravenna Blvd all intersect, there's a bunch of playing fields, and a WPA era theatre, and lots of seating...
Anyway, I go into Spuds. I pull up to the order counter. There's about 6-8 tables, if you want to stay inside the 1960's vintage shop.
On the counter is a legal sheet of paper, which says the following:
If you're going to leave the premises, be sure to sign up for parking.
I look at that. I look at the nice woman taking orders. I look back at the sheet. I look back at her.
"I don't get it."
"Oh! Well, you know how parking is really bad around here? If someone wants to take their fish'n'chips outside, like across the street to eat in the park, or something, we just want them to sign in their cars so we don't tow them."
Wow.
Is that just totally Seattle Nice, or what? Sure, they're making their buck along the way, but can imagine this flying under similar circumstances in Chicago, or NY, or LA?
I love this town.
* I get out of my plasma donation. (I've been meaning to write about my adventures in plasmaland, but later.) It's about 5:30p, or so. While I've been in the building, the clouds have all cleared from the sky. The city is suffused with an amber glow in the slowing setting sun that is a wonder to behold.
As I'm driving up to Green Lake, I'm listening to 710 KIRO. And there's a traffic report. And the guy in the helicopter is talking about how the bridges across Lake Washington are clogging up somewhat in the westbound direction because, swear to god, "The sun is out and getting in everyone's eyes."
...now, to be fair, I know what he means. It was late in the day, so the angle was very oblique.
But still.
*^*^*^*
* When I got to Green Lake, I decided to try out a fish'n'chips stand I'd noticed a few times, Spuds.
On the way, I noticed how many many people were taking advantage of the weather, and promenading around the lake. Green Lake is known as being somewhat similar to NYC's Central Park's reservoir, in that it's a good medium-sized run (2.5 miles or thereabouts, as I recall). But far more people were just walking than running. Plus, up at the strange place where Green Lake Way, 71st St, and Ravenna Blvd all intersect, there's a bunch of playing fields, and a WPA era theatre, and lots of seating...
Anyway, I go into Spuds. I pull up to the order counter. There's about 6-8 tables, if you want to stay inside the 1960's vintage shop.
On the counter is a legal sheet of paper, which says the following:
If you're going to leave the premises, be sure to sign up for parking.
I look at that. I look at the nice woman taking orders. I look back at the sheet. I look back at her.
"I don't get it."
"Oh! Well, you know how parking is really bad around here? If someone wants to take their fish'n'chips outside, like across the street to eat in the park, or something, we just want them to sign in their cars so we don't tow them."
Wow.
Is that just totally Seattle Nice, or what? Sure, they're making their buck along the way, but can imagine this flying under similar circumstances in Chicago, or NY, or LA?
I love this town.
