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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

An Open Letter

To the court of moral smugness,
Have you ever been troubled by a selfish and or evil parking person near your house. I too am afflicted by a similar person or more accurately person's or probably more alerting but not alarming Parking Terror Cell. This PTC, if you will, appears to be made up of YOUNG PEOPLE (who are, as a social demographic, not well known for thinking of others)(I am told however that it is a phase)(I assume YOUNG PEOPLE as the cars are almost always P-Platers and have fully sick mufflers).
I live on a quiet and narrow street, we are blessed with kind and considerate neighbours on both sides (everybody loves good neighbours). Our house is a terrace that includes a basement garage where my wife parks. I park my manly car on the street, the narrow street.
Enter the PTC: Stage Left... Who then parks directly opposite our driveway, like a lump of inconsiderate cholesterol choking an artery. There is the whole rest of the street to park along side, its a long street. But for whatever reason, directly opposite our narrow driveway is where they want to be.
Perhaps it fulfils some extreme design as befits the manifesto of the PTC.

So in conclusion if you know someone who can, ask them to reign pillars of fire upon they who transgress the protocols of parking decency.
Kind Regards,
BubbaJay

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