I park on the roofs of parking garages. Always.
I don’t really like parking garages. It’s not a phobia. I’m not afraid of them. I just don’t like them. They’re cramped and dark and they smell like exhaust fumes and there is just nothing natural or human about them at all. It’s just layers and layers and layers of concrete and cars all smashed on top of each other, and I don’t feel like I should be there. I don’t really feel like anyone should be there.
So when I have to park in a parking garage, I park on the roof. I drive upward and I keep driving upward until I can see the sky. There are always parking spots there. Nobody likes to park on the roof of the parking garage, I think because most people like to have a roof over their car for some automotive reason I can’t and don’t care to fathom.
This means I get more exercise than I usually would, because I take the stairs. And it also means I take a lot of photos from the tops of parking garages. Like these.