Let’s talk about parking today.
I was going to write about something else, but circumstances
intervened and parking it is. I had to go out tonight to pick up a little
something at the grocery store and get some gas for an early morning drive. When
the garage door opened, someone visiting the neighbour had parked his truck so
that it infringed on my backing out space. It is a minor piss off, but a piss
off just the same. Just a few back and forths in the garage and I managed to get
out without damage to my car or the truck.
When I got to the store, I pulled into a parallel spot and
did my shopping. When I came out, someone pulled into the spot two in front of
me. Well, they pulled into the two spots in front of me. It didn’t affect me at
all other than I began to lament about the poor drivers that are populating our
streets and highways. I can understand that parallel parking in a downtown area
can be and is difficult without a certain amount of practice. This was just
driving up to the curb and stopping and she screwed it up. You know, I kind of
think she parked badly on purpose, she would have had to, to be that bad.
I know that there are a lot of people out there who have new
or newish cars and are trying to avoid that first ding or scratch that will
turn their brand new baby into “Old Scratchy”. In the old days, you would park
at the outer edge of the parking lot and hike into the store. It was understood
that people who parked out there did so for space and we generally gave it to
them. Well, not at Christmas. Now the entitled bastards will angle park across
two handicapped spots to ensure that no one comes close to them. They may as
well, there is no one to penalize them, and the worst that will happen is that
some old fart like me will give them a dirty look. I’m just a hair away from
carrying a squirt gun filled with brake fluid with me and shooting these cars. That
is an old strike trick from the picket line when scabs would drive through the line;
it peels the paint off of the car.
I would never do that, or at least I would never admit that
I did it in a blog, but sometimes it is fun to think evil thoughts. I don’t
know what the answer for bad parking is, perhaps a law enforcement presence or
random driving tests administered in parkades. I have mentioned before that I
think the drivers test should have to be re-done every five years. I was tested
45 years ago and I’m sure I have forgotten or never learned important aspects
of driving. I know those assholes that can’t park between the white lines
painted on the pavement have forgotten what they mean.
A friend of mine started a facebook page called Airdrie
Parkers which documents those idiot drivers that don’t know or don’t care how
to park. Check it out; it is pretty funny and pretty sad at the same time.
When I got to the gas station, I only bought $10 worth of
gas, because being the eternal optimist I’m hoping that the blood sucking
bastards at the oil companies will have their tiny black hearts grow a size or
two just like happened to the Grinch all those many years ago. It could happen,
it should happen and it would happen if someone took a *%^%&*% and put it
up their (*&^ and pulled the trigger. I don’t want anyone to think I am
advocating violence against the oil company execs or the companies themselves.
It wouldn’t bother me if something happened, I just don’t advocate it.
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