sitting in my car in a Seattle parking lot. there's a knock on my window. it's an old lady, who asks me "how do we pay for parking?"
Reminds me of the last time I was in Dallas and pulled into a lot. I saw two pay-for-parking signs, one right next to my parking spot and the other on the far opposite side of the lot. I decided to use the one right next to where I parked.
A week after the fact I received a letter from a collections agency billing me $80 on behalf of the parking lot, because, you see, despite there being zero indication of such and absolutely no barriers dividing it, the parking lot was actually divided in half in ownership between two companies. I had paid for my parking - for the wrong side of the parking lot.
We live in Hell and there's no way back out of it.