Our house is city fringe, so finding street parking is a highly competitive sport.
There is a short stretch of residential parking on the other side of the road from us on our cul de sac. On a good day, all things being equal, you can fit five small to medium cars on it. Logic should tell you that this isn’t always possible, though. One local has bought a trailer sailer recently, for example, which really throws the house/car ratio into disarray.
So, imagine my surprise on walking out to get my car the other day to find someone in a high vis vest putting a note on my windscreen. He seemed embarrassed to be discovered in the act of doing so, and proceeded with a disjointed explanation of his actions. Here’s the note:
He seemed a nice guy, and most of his ire was directed at the council and some other neighbour who was very inconsiderate in the placement of his little Mercedes. The problem was, when I’d parked, it had been behind a monster ute, and I’d had to give him some space so he wouldn’t crash into me on exiting. Sure, he wasn’t there now, and there was now plenty of room between my front bumper and the small car in front of me, but this snapshot didn’t tell the whole story. Our man wasn’t interested in hearing my explanations, though. How nice to have such a simplistic view of the world, reduced solely to the here and now where everyone else is stupid. I wish him well in his crusade, but am not optimistic.