Lot peace with the city, and here’s what happens.

I’ve been on board with Destiny USA since the first time I walked around the new wing. And I’ve praised the mega-mall in this spot to prove it. Bellyachers and Congel-haters abound in Syracuse, for sure. Me, I think it’s way better to have Destiny USA than to not have Destiny USA.

Then came my visit yesterday to get my daily exercise (and indulge in an extra-large Dunkin’ Donuts blueberry coffee, cream only, and bring home some Popeye’s popcorn shrimp for Dogamous Pyle, aka Ellie B, and I to share for lunch).

I pulled into my new favorite spot, on the far side of the bridge that spans Hiawatha Boulevard. Not once since I adopted this lot have I had to slowly cruise for a spot. Pull in, drive down the land. Park. Easy.

Then I spied the sign above.

Valet Parking for five bucks. A guy stood at an outdoor podium waiting for takers. The closest-to-the-bridge rows were fenced off.

Grumpus Bialczakus emerged.

Really?!

Valet parking at a mall. Best spots at MY LOT no longer available. I am not happy about this development, pun intended. Soon enough, I’m certain, this lot will be full, and I’ll have to go to a further-away satellite lot to avoid traffic hassle.

This, so soon after I read about a deal in the bickering between Destiny USA owners and city officials about ownership and control of these very same across-boulevard lots.

Why, oh, why? Woe is me. …

Exhale.

Venting is good.

Grumpus will turn to another subject soon enough.