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Listen.
You go to the airport in some big city, park for an hour, pick up a friend, come out, stick your ticket in the machine, fuckers want 18 skins. How do you feel? You're angry, right? Is this the sort of society we've become? When good Australian citizens are sold up the river by governments, who sell off our airports to the highest bidder? Who in turn crank the car park tariffs up to make their purchase even more lucrative? Makes you want to stick it to the man, don't it? Makes you want to get even.
Here's how.
The faceless ghouls that run airport carparks live for the stink of fresh money. Like addicts, they must get more, more, more. That's why the cashier is a doomed species. Machines must replace humans in the carpark operator's world. Which is perfect for the young social revolutionary. No cashier means no humans (with pens and papers and eyes to scope your numberplate) near the gates. And, see, the carpark boom gate is designed with a generous margin of error built in. Which means they wait until a car is well out of its range before coming back down. All you gotta do is tail a car up to the gate, wait until they stick their ticket in the machine, then follow 'em straight out. Stay close, be cool, and cruise straight out with 'em. The adrenalin kick is awesome and goes down nicely with the satisfaction of beating the straights.
Editor's note: This is illegal, blah, blah... Get busted, you're on your own. You didn't read it here etc.
It's easy: Follow car to gate. Car 1 sticks ticket in machine. You wait closely behind. Car 1 leaves carpark, you follow behind.
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Reply #1 on : Fri May 16, 2008, 06:31:06