'Your Session Is About to Expire' Is the New 'Last Call'
The parking kiosk outside the Continental Club demanded my license plate, a credit card, and a 45-minute minimum before it would let me stand still for a set; what used to be three quarters dropped into a rusty meter on South Congress for two hours of freedom is now $17.50, geofenced enforcement, and passive-aggressive texts asking if I'd like to extend my "curbside experience."
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