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Wouldn't you know it? Here's another run of the mill story about a cop that believes he is above the law. Read about it here.
The letter reads:
Dear Person,
I’m sorry I put a dent in your car. I didn’t want to but, I did when I tried to park next to you. I am not leaving my information because you chose to use two spaces and I just wanted to park in one. The scratches are because I used a towel that had sand on it to try to clear the dent/paint off. Beaches are fun
Please look your car over for the dent and scratches and each time you see them remember not to park in two spaces.
- Sorry !!
I deal with this, almost every 4 to 6 hours, every weekday. I should copy that note without causing any damage, just to freak them out. ;)
So, here's your question of the day, I guess:
- What do you think of people who park this way?
- How about the handicap? The elderly? The rich? The people who work at the place you're visiting? The whatever? The deliver drivers (ouch! XD)? Do you think they have more privileges to park like that than the rest of the other drivers?
That's right, I have the last minute fidgets. There was a day when I traveled a great deal. I was single and carefree and money was not an issue. Sheesh ... but that was another lifetime.
Today, I am a mom. As phsbum and I prepare to leave town for a few days, I'm trying to remember to DO everything ... It occured to me yesterday that I had not made plans on how we were getting to the airport. duh! Well ... we live a good hour from there in good traffic, and with the Open in town ... well ... So I made reservations yesterday at a park n ride place near the airport. They guarantee free ride to the airport terminal of my choice. I have only been to our newer airport twice and that was for real estate meetings. I'm so lost! OY!
Back at the ranch, I made sure my son (who will be managing the estate while we're away) has plenty of cat food, dog food, and young man food, made out bills that must be mailed ... actually, I'll take these with me, I think!
We will pack Weds night, rise about 4 am to be on the road by 6. I have no idea what to expect for traffic and I'd rather get to the airport and sit there than sit in traffic while watching my watch! What am I forgetting??? Let's see ... sunscreen, shorts, tanks, unmentionables, toothbrush ...
It's been more than 20 years since we have had a holiday away ... for more than one night. I'm so looking forward to seeing my dearest friends ... and relaxing!
~ B
I didn't get home from the show until about 1:00 a.m., and was quite peeved to discover that my new neighbor doesn't know how to park. His space is next to mine, and he didn't even remotely come close to staying between the lines. And as I'm sure I've mentioned here before, staying inside the lines is vital, because the spaces are so friggin' narrow. As you might have guessed, this left me no room to get my car into my space.
It being one a.m., there was no way I was going to knock on his door and ask him to move his car. I briefly thought about taking spot #2, as that neighbor wasn't home. But with my luck, he'd come home early the next morning... so I parked on the street, instead. And this morning, when I went to go run some errands, I had a parking ticket. (I hadn't noticed the sign that said there was no parking there on Monday mornings between 8 a.m. and noon.) So I'm out thirty-five bucks because this bozo decides to hog the parking space.
I put in a friendly call to my landlord, who promised to have a chat with him. But he said the oddest thing to me on the phone when I told him of the guy's bad parking job. "Wow, that's surprising. The guy's a lawyer." Um...so being an attorney makes you not park badly?
My landlord's got some wacky notions... as evidenced by the bumpersticker on his truck: "Restore Integrity to the White House: Vote Republican." Mm hm. I don't think I really need to comment on that, do I?
And damn, I hate going to the mall. Way too crowded, and it takes ten minutes just to get a parking space. But at least people there tend to park between the lines.
here is one of the large basalt rocks which will now easily prevent the "multiple vehicle can't even fit in their driveway truck is longer than width of yard" neighbors from using my front path way as a parking space.
I will affix our street number plaque to the top when things thaw.
Several (each weighing over 300 pounds) are spaced along the right of way along the edge of the almost unpaved road. A terrific guy named Brandon delivered and placed them today and told me that during the summer the "desperate housewives" come to order rocks and make him remove his shirt to load and unloaod the rocks. I can just see two manicured mavens calculating over a prelunch gin and tonic: "lets go over to the rock yard and drool over the studs." This is not a scene I could have made up. And the road hog neighbors willbe passed as hell and if they had been polite or friendly or made ANY attempt to avert this rather than ignoring my very nice requests to park at their own home and douse the chandlier shining in my bedroom, this wouldn't have happend. Wait till spring when I plant trees and put up the highest fence and planting we can afford. Meanwhile Jim is still working on how to pack the car and he is clearly fed up with my neighbor rants. thank goodness i have a blahg.
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