My neighborhood in San Diego.
There’s plenty of street parking in my neighborhood — but everyone has too many cars. My neighbors to the left have a Mustang, a pickup, a “hot rod” and a camper van; the new neighbors on the right have a Neon, a pickup, an old Jaguar, and two motorcycles. And of course I’ve got the Pinz and the Rover.
Street parking is public parking — you can park anywhere you’d like if you get there first — but common courtesy dictates you should park near your house. The “rights” have 35 feet of curb on the far side of their driveway, plus they’d appropriated the space that’s partway in front of my house with their giant pickup, leaving me about 8 feet on my side. I came home late one night and parked the Rover in front of their house.
All this by way of setting up for the note I found on my car the next morning (grammar errors and ridiculous nicknames SIC):
Good Morning Fred
I was surprised to come home from a business meeting late last night to find your rover parked on our property. Obviously you may have mistaken. Whatever. Popeye and I have bent over backwards, so to say, to accommodate your wishes, as well to be good neighbors. Actions such as this does not and will not resolve any issue.
A fact here. Popeye’s truck is parked within “our property” boundaries of which we rightfully lease. He has never parked on your property. We have a right to park our vehickes where they are and will defend that right if need be, rest assured.
I ask you again, to be a good neighbor and follow your own rules. Call if you have questions.
Thank you. Too Cool