Parking in LA? Mission Impossible

Are we supposed to read this?

Like most big cities, parking in LA is a dilemma. In LA, most cars sport a variety of dents, have doors that have been swiped, bumpers that house a crack or two, or side mirrors that are hanging like dead leaves on a tree. My theory is it's all from the incredibly difficult task of  #1 finding a place to park and #2 trying to fit your car in a spot whose size is more appropriate for a Shriner's clown car as opposed to a four door sedan.

How the hell do they ever get out of there?

Typical dent - this guy got creative and covered it in clear plastic wrap.

Another mirror bit the dust.

But there's more than just finding the opening and squeezing into it.

Once you find the treasured geographical location in which to park, the next step is trying to understand the frickin' signs - and there's never just one. They put as many on that skinny pole that it takes to thoroughly confuse you.

Are you kidding me?

I'm pretty sure I even saw one that said:

No parking except every other Sunday or when there is a full moon, unless you have a chihuahua and in that case you can never park here.

After you take the time to read all the signs and have absolutely no idea if you are legal or not you usually just say "screw it" and do your best not to be hit or hit anything on the way in. Even with all the work you put in to try and understand the signs you will probably end up with one of these...

Obviously parking tickets are a big business here. Most residents are resigned to the fact that half of their paycheck goes to the City of Los Angeles in the form of parking fines. Wonder where the city spends all that revenue? My guess is it they use it to purchase more signs because four on a pole is just not enough.