Category: | Parking, |
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Address: | Redondo Beach, CA 90277, USA |
Postal code: | 90277 |
Phone: | (310) 798-8665 |
Website: | https://www.redondounion.org/ |
Monday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
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Tuesday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Wednesday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Thursday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Friday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Saturday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Sunday: | 6:00 AM – 10:00 PM |
Now it is a well known fact that parking lots are a magical place. But this one, it's truly majestic. Even if the multiverse is real, you would be hard pressed to find a better parking lot. If I could give more than 5 stars I would.
The Redondo Union parking lot is the greatest parking lot of all time. Its quality is simply stupendous, the nonexistent traffic, and the countless positive stories surrounding it make you truly appreciate its beauty.
Thanks to the Redondo Union parking lot, I have been able to run through the entire sidewalk all the way to the end of the campus in eight seconds. The cars, the pavement, and the people there are just great! There is nothing better than this parking lot, and we all must acknowledge that.
It was a late evening in winter: the sun had dipped below the horizon, the leaves were rustling above me, as I walked slowly through the parking lot. The air felt thick, noxious, the starlight tinted yellow by some unseen veil. I had gotten in the habit of taking walks at night, to clear my head, but this time I was feeling more confused than anything, as if I was living inside of a dream.
The outlines of the few cars that remained were crisp, the smooth metal shiny like the surface of the ocean a few blocks away, but my eyes had a gaussian effect; I couldn't focus.
I was in this oneiric state, in a perpetual euthymia in that parking lot, for longer than I should have been. I stood there, unwilling to move, to separate myself from this quandary of muddled, invisible mist, my consciousness collapsing in on itself. "Have I been tricked?" the small rational part of my mind thought, struggling to break free of the thick spatial void that separated it from my actions: "Were there really people here, or is this a trap? Were the reviews lying?"
My thoughts suddenly halted, however, when my eyes suddenly focused. Ten or so small men, the size of a car tire, were clustered around a truck that had been left there overnight. "We'll bring it back," they said, in strangely childish voices, their vocal formants grating highly against the electrified air. "We'll take it home, and we'll never have to come back here again."
"W-who are you..." I said slowly, struggling to speak comprehensible words. They were lining up along the truck's edge, hoisting it on their shoulders like ants taking back their prey.
"He saw us! Run!" They moved quickly, taking both the truck and the hazy mist of confusion with them: my mind began to clear, staring, at the blank parking spot where the truck used to be. The men were nowhere. I sighed. I suppose that review was just more misinformation, after all.
Only now, looking back years later, do I realize: that really happened. I really saw them. I was just lying to myself, trying to pretend that I'm sane. I will start telling the truth from now on. The Redondo parking lot is home to humans from another dimension.
I decided to take my dog for a late-night walk. As I walked towards Redondo Union High School I started to feel somewhat dazed. The closer I got the more hazy I became. My dog and I were next to the Redondo Union parking lot... then it happened. We heard tiny voices singing a tiny song coming from the inside the lot. At first barely audible then it became louder and louder to the point of yells. Then my dog and I saw it. Six little men walking in a line singing, "we'll get your car, and we'll take it far, all the way back to mars" I was in utter disbelief. The confusion dispersed throughout my mind as I tried to make sense of the predicament. To say I was scared would be an under statement. These six men the sized of car tires were singing and hauling an entire car. They got to me, looked up, and said calmly, "is this a car." Then a little man responded from the back of the group, "I think. I think that's a hu-human." Then the sound of high pitched screams filled the night. My hungry dog had made a decision a decision that would change everything. He lunged at the little men and swallowed then one by one. With nothing remaining but a car, my dog, and I. My life would never be the same after that. But pretty cool parking lot.
This is a very nice parking lot, I very much enjoyed my 13 day stay here. Hospitality is great. The free breakfast does leave a bit to be desired. Overall, great. There did, however, seem to be a very large mailbox in front of the parking lot that blocked traffic a bit.