My first house, Escondido.
There’s plenty of street parking in my neighborhood, but everyone has too many cars. My neighbors to the left — husband and wife — 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 I’ve got the Pinz and the Rover.
Street parking is public, of course — you can park anywhere if you get there first — but common courtesy dictates that you park near your house. The “lefts” have always parked their van in front of their house, and the Mustang in front of mine. That left me two spaces, one of which was partway in front of the “rights.” A few months after they moved in, they appropriated that partial space with their giant 16-foot pickup. So I’d been parking in front of my own driveway, or in the Mustang’s space when I could get it.
One night I came home late, the partial space was taken, so I parked the Rover in front of their house.
The next morning there was a note on my car. 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. We are not at fault that your neighbor parks on your property to accommodate storage of his RV, that is between you and him, NOT US.
I ask you again, to be a good neighbor and follow your own rules. Call if you have questions.
Thank you.
Too Cool
“Vehickes.” I am not making that up.