If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you’re probably aware of the bullseye painted on my car that says “give me a parking ticket”- or so it has seemed.
After paying for my SECOND boot last week, I vowed to myself to not ever get another parking ticket in this city for as long as I live here.
I’ve even gone as far as to arrange to park my car in Karns Quality carport on street cleaning nights- (which has worked out wonderfully)
So it came with great surprise when I walked out of my house Sunday morning and found what looked to be a parking ticket under my windshield wiper.
Flummoxed, I looked up the street to see if, perhaps, I had mistakenly parked in one of the many ‘no parking’ zones- but rubbing my groggy Sunday morning eyes, I quickly realized that I did, in fact, park legally.
So what gives with the ticket? I mean, I’m sort of paranoid lately- but this would certainly be over the top- even for our over-zealous meter maids.
I leaned over the hood and removed the ticket- anxious to open it up and see what’s inside- and then, I saw this-
“Well, my oh MY have these parking people gotten brazen! I wonder if they’re allowed to write such things?”, I thought to myself, and then I continued the unfolding- to read this-
Un-freaking-believable.
So some good samaritan found it in his heart between the hours of 2AM (when I got home) and 9:30AM (when I left my house) to leave me this pseudo-threatening note about PARKING MY CAR in a LEGAL SPOT.
How, may I ask, can ONE car be parked in TWO spots?
And what’s gonna happen next time? How will it be different? Will you use Sharpie instead of pencil to write me a note? Maybe you’ll quit your whining and go park somewhere else? Maybe, if you couldn’t fit your car in the spot in front of mine, you shouldn’t be driving a big truck? Or maybe park a block further away and walk your lazy ass home!
I swear, this city never ceases to amaze me.
I love ya, Harrisburg- I really, really do- but keep pushing me- and I may find my way back to the West Shore.
No sweat on the carport, especially if it saves you some loot. That faux ticket could have been funny if done with more jest and less creepyness.
Yeah man. I could see the humor in something like that-
But it was quite creepy.
Ah, creepy Midtown.
“How, may I ask, can ONE car be parked in TWO spots?”
If there is enough room for two cars to parallel park and you park in the center of that area, leaving an area in front of your car and one behind it that is enough room for half a car.
It’s quite simple, actually (and no, I didn’t leave the note on your car)
I can dig on that, Cogitos-
But this particular spot is questionable- it’s at the corner of 2nd and Calder on the right hand side- nearest to the corner before the driveway to the laundromat-
Right now, there *are* two cars squeezed bumper-to-bumper in there-
But I see it as more of a one-car-spot.
Either way, I didn’t get a ticket- and the dude who left the note is a d-bag.
Midtown is full of parking nazis. My husband got a similiar note on his jeep saying he took up two spaces. But the only reason there was any room at all is because he drives such a small car. If he drove a family wagon there wouldn’t have been any room left.
Also, the comings and goings of your neighbors is what determines how much space is left, not some arbitrary parking standard.
My theory? There are no lines for parking spaces, so if I want to take up a truck sized space with my Honda it’s my business. Someone should have shown up earlier if they want to park in that spot.
This is why you pay extra to buy a house with a garage.
Not saying you were in the wrong, Mike, but a far better (and funnier) alternative to let bad parkers know how you feel is this site:
http://youparklikeanasshole.com/
Wow, it does infact sound like moving to the west shore is good…
Jeeebus.