"Unless you’re a famous actor or a social media “influencer” with a 500K+ following on Instagram, chances are you’re not going to feel cool enough to hang out at the Platform in Culver City… The people sitting at the tables flanking the businesses are beautiful, iPhones out, their dogs too cute. "
Translation :
YaBs (Young and Beautiful) , RaFs (Rich and Famous ) welcomed, OFs (Old Farts) stay out.
Definitely leaves me out…I don’t even have a cute dog! (What an off-putting description of an environment: be interested to know how the restaurant feels about the characterization.)
My one comparitve redeeming quality is that I’m a hella smarter than most of those yahoos.
We got caught in the crowd that just got out of a Soul Cycle session. If you ever want a good/frustrating laugh, try standing in line behind those numsculls at the self-pay kiosk. With five groups of people trying to pay for parking in front of us, none of them could figure out how to pay for their parking. My son and I had to instruct each paying member of each group on how this “complex” system worked. 15 minutes passes and I finally got my turn. I could have gone to another kiosk, but I purposefully stayed because my son was there with me.
“Son, you see these folks? I’m sure they all have at least decent-paying jobs. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be paying outrageous fees to have someone buggy-whip them into self-aggrandizement. You are at least twice as smart as any of these folks. You don’t even drive yet, but you’ve figured out how to work this kiosk. Study hard, be kind, and use your common sense. You’ll go far, son. Remember these folks and you’ll always be confident that you’re not just another knot on the log.”
LOL they even have a written sign on how to use the credit card on that dang kiosk. Unfortunately there is only one kiosk, otherwise you can also pay at the gate.
You’re a far better person than this Boy Scout. But I guess you had to be there. The first group (3 individual drivers) was my kindness kicking in. I helped each one of them. Why the second and third payor didn’t learn while I showed the first is what ever.
The four subsequent groups that we were behind (I’m guessing 8-10 drivers in total), each needing help had gradually become comedy, considering each person had the same habits of talking excessively with their soulmates, not paying attention to what was going on, not observing that those before them were having problems with the kiosk, and not trying to learn what procedures were involved.
I guess I could have paid for my parking while showing one of the subsequent payors, but I did mention that I was a Boy Scout - that wouldn’t be ethical, right?
So, yeah, your kindness squashes my blind dumb mean endurance. But I guess you had to be there.