For readers using compact fluorescent lightbulbs only (just kidding)
Wednesday, July 30th, 2008The other day, in the parking structure at the hospital, I pulled into the first open spot and reached to turn off my car. That’s when I noticed the inconspicuous sign hanging on the wall, barely visible in the dim light:
FOR FLEX-FUEL VEHICLES ONLY
Begrudgingly, I shifted my non-flex-fuel vehicle into reverse, backed up and re-parked two spots down and across the aisle. But then I started to get slightly irritated: flex-fuel vehicles ONLY? Why?
It may seem like an insignificant gripe—it’s just one parking spot reserved for the lucky owner of a Prius, after all—but to me the sign represents a common problem in the way we, as a society, are trying to encourage change.
If 20 people a day do exactly what I did—pull into the spot only to have to repark a second later—how much extra gas gets wasted over the course of a year? And, really—is someone really going to go out and buy a hybrid just to be able to park 10 feet closer to the hospital entrance?
More importantly, there are much better ways to encourage us to change. Parking is obviously a necessity at a hospital, as many patients are immobile without a vehicle, but there could be fewer available parking spots to begin with. Or how about offer me a discount on my copay if I present a bus ticket receipt? Or if I bike or walk? Sure, there are problems inherent in a policy like that (how would a walker prove that they actually walked? etc.), but my point remains the same:
A half-baked attempt at encouraging more sustainable lifestyle choices means nothing if it has no meat to it. This particular example struck me as nothing more than a corporate nod (no, not even a nod—just a wink) to somehow prove how "green" the organization is trying to be. Who knows—maybe that hard-to-find flex-fuel sign even got them an extra point towards a LEED certification. But does that parking policy do anything substantive? My hunch is no.
And sure enough, as I walked away from my car towards the hospital entrance, another visitor pulled into the flex-fuel spot—and promptly pulled right back out.
I supposed I can’t really talk. I never would’ve seen the sign if I’d been a responsible person and biked to the hospital in the first place.
