My dearest native informant has insisted since I arrived in the City of Angels that the parking notices are self-evident. I think it is a point of pride for the natives that they know the secret to these matters… I joke that my informant “knows a guy who knows a guy in the parking department.”
I am a bit alarmed, actually, that I no longer have too much difficulty deciphering signs like the ones shown (though this is not the worst of them). Or at least I can understand them to a first brush, enough to park or not with a moderate degree of confidence. Of course, it is all relative, since I have found that being in clear conformance with signage does not necessarily prevent tickets, in any case. You have the right to contest a $40 ticket, of course… as long as you are willing to spend a full day, at an unspecified future date, waiting in lines at court (and probably being ticketed outside the course building).
There are corner cases still, naturally. Were I to have that district no. 13 permit, would I be ticketed on Tuesday mornings? Do readers have any more convoluted examples to add to my bag of arcana; I am sure I’ve seen five adjoined signs at times, but cannot remember exactly where now that I’ve thought of posting these mysteries.
Update: A reader, pcloadletter, adds a sign that is just too brilliant not to include in the post. The resolution isn’t great, but you can still make it out.