RUSSELL Bell's letter (February 20) about the Taupo Quay carpark was a wonderful start to my morning, and I was still chuckling as I enjoyed my ReCaffeinator coffee while watching the poor schmucks caught up in this council-inspired, Kafka-esque trial by traffic light.
Until now I've been unable to see the joke, but thanks to Russell I might even deliberately plunge in, just to enjoy the sights and experiences he so helpfully pointed out. Of course, the wonderful National Radio crew would add to the pleasures of waiting, waiting, waiting ...
I'm sure city workshop staff, honouring the ages-old joke of sending new apprentices out for a long weight, now tell them to find an address in the midst of the The Waiting Zone. Then send them back for some striped paint.
But I'll never again fall into the seductive trap of finding an empty angle park when I arrive for my morning brew, choosing instead to enjoy the stroll from a Drews Ave park while enjoying the spectacle of those caught in the carpark and, as always, marvelling at the stupidly high proportion of gas-guzzling four-wheel-drives clogging our streets and blocking views for those trying to safely exit CBD angle parks wherever they exist.
My advice to the carpark regulars would be to equip yourselves with a copy of Kafka's The Trial ("From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back") to read while waiting, because I'm sure his Joseph K would relate to your bewildering experience; you also should have time to put the parking brake on and dash out for a takeaway coffee to further enhance your long wait.