Only a Nobody Parks Correctly in Glendale
There are worse things in the world than this. For example, in my other life, someone wants to kill me. Also, there is the Nazgul.Still, to come home to find cars parked so sloppily, thus making it impossible to fit one more car in, causes me distress.
If everyone would have moved just a couple of feet ahead, there would have been room for me. Instead, I had to circle the neighborhood like it was, I don't know, Boston after a snowstorm.
Do you SEE any snow here?
This is still California. There is still plenty of space. But I think the residents of this neighborhood park the way they drive; asymmetrically and thinking they should have been dead years ago. There is no sense of Manifest Destiny in the parking - there is no moving further westward. There is only Bleeding Kansas.
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by Marty Barrett at Monday, July 25, 2005
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Get Marisol good and riled at about 2:30am and let her just scream it all out on the front balcony. Maybe the neighbors will get the hint. Or maybe you'll just feel better.
Or maybe we can take that East Coast Snowstorm tactic just a bit further...a couple of orange pylons of your very own with official "no parking" signs on them? That live in the trunk of your car?
--Robyn
That's a very good idea. Unfortunately, ACI happens to be a living saint and makes no noises between 9 p.m. and 7 a.m., allowing TAARG and I to do worthwhile things, like get Master's Degrees, work on our fabric collages, drink, learn French, and plot rocket telemetries.
I'm thinking of having my friend Anoush make a sign for me that I can hang on the light pole that says, in Armenian, "You're parking like Turks."
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