Parkingin the Cul-de-Sac

Language butchery by redhotknitter on  26.9.07 @ 14:09

We live in a cul-de-sac. Parking can be a problem. There is more driveway than curb and people don't park well. When we moved in our neighbor's father kept pulling straight up to the curb in front of his son's house and making it difficult but not impossible for me to pull into my side of the driveway. He finally figured this out and has been making an effort to park in safer places.

Today, however, took the cake. I came home for lunch, as I often do. There were four cars parked around the cul-de-sac. One was parked directly in front of our driveway. In front of as in I couldn't get into our driveway. This made me angry. I really had to restrain myself from getting the sledgehammer and taking it to the car. Or calling a tow truck to take it away. Instead I parked far away and walked to my house. I didn't even leave a note, because whatever it was going to say, it wasn't going to be nice. At all. And I think the person may have been at the born-again's house and for some reason I'm trying not to piss them off. Even though I don't like them at all. I should've left a note. Or called the tow truck. Or smashed their windows in. Now I'm just left angry.

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