Parking RagePosted: July 5, 2013
This morning, I read a blog post on Polly’s blog about parking issues at her townhouse.
I hate parking lots. Parking ramps, lots, street parking, and sometimes even parking in your very own driveway.
People are idiots. They cannot drive. Think they own the road.
Last week, after pulling into a parking space at gymnastics, I had pulled in crooked, backed myself up and straightened my car out. I hate parking crooked, and I don’t want my car to get door-dinged.
After I had actually parked the car, and started to get out of my own vehicle, a guy in a large truck pulls into the spot next to the driver’s side of my car, and nearly blocked us in. He was so crooked, that I was able to open my door completely, but had to get Mea out from the other side of the car. Her door wouldn’t open far enough for her to get out.
There was about five inches separating the back of my car and his. The back-end of his truck was IN my parking spot.
As he was getting out, I said, “Are you really leaving your truck like this?”
He looked at me like I was stupid and walked away.
We got to the door and realized that we forgot Mea’s water. Ran back to the car, and watched another guy in a bigger truck double park crookedly on the other side of my car.
I got Mea settled into class, and went out and moved my car.
Every Father’s Day, the church that is across the street from our home hosts a car show. They have it every year. In the eleven years that we have lived in our home, it has grown by leaps and bounds. It makes the neighborhood a bit crazy.
Usually, the car show is over around 4 or 4:30. We planned Father’s Day dinner with all of our kids and grandkids this year at 5:30 this year, so that we could avoid the craziness.
This year the car show wasn’t over at 4:30. It was wrapping up right when the girls and kids were all supposed to be here.
Mea, Mack, her boyfriend, E2 and the baby and I were all sitting outside in the driveway, waiting for the other girls/kids to show up when a big truck pulled into our driveway.
The guy parks his truck, gets out, and goes across the street.
He didn’t say anything to any of us!
Just pulled into our driveway, parks and leaves.
He came back ten minutes later with his wife and their baby. At that point I was about to call the police to have the truck towed.
When I approached him he said that he was “just picking them up.”
THIS IS OUR HOUSE!
IT IS NOT A PUBLIC PARKING LOT!
WE HAD GUESTS ON THEIR WAY TO OUR HOME WHO WERE TRYING TO PARK IN OUR DRIVEWAY!
Who in their right mind does this?