Now that I’m working in Chicago, the times I’m home are few and far between. This has caused me to only focus on the important things when I’m in NY.
Alternate side parking is an important thing.
I have amassed many parking tickets over the years, dating back to my college days ($5 UPD tickets were not as big a disincentive as $115 NYC ones). I am now very careful about where I park. Apparently, that’s not enough for one of my neighbors.
I came back to my car the other day and noticed a folded up paper on the windsheild. My first thought was a ticket, but it didn’t look like one. The following is what I saw:
I ran into the house to show Lauren, somewhat incredulously. Not only did someone take the time to write out such an obnoxious note, but I wasn’t even taking up two spots – I was on the corner.
Lauren noticed the best part – this was actually a photocopy. That means that someone is so upset about spot encroachment on our wide open street that they made multiple copies of this missive of friendship. One would think “your” would be spelled right before undergoing such a project, but I digress.
I have lived in Queens for five years now, and I have never lived anywhere with more parking, but let this be a lesson to anyone who visits – you may be under constant surveillance.
If you enjoyed this, I highly recommend checking out PassiveAggressiveNotes.com, which contains many photographs of vaguely threatening signs, notes and messages.
HAHA I have been shown this note and told this story and still laughed out loud when reading this post.
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I guess you’ll think twice before taking up two parking spaces next time buddy!
No seriously, this is why I hate people; I hate this note not for its content but for the wretched grammar mistake.
I got a note from someone a few weeks ago for blocking their drive way in Jersey City threatening to tow.
Anyway, good luck with that
So…as a long-time on-street parker (in Boston’s South End, which is notorious for being a tough place to find a spot, particularly on the nights before street cleaning), I can feel that person’s pain. I never went to quite those lengths, but I definitely recall the feeling of powerlessness bordering on rage when I’d circle my neighborhood interminably and pass a car taking up two spaces. To be fair, it was likely unintentional (a perfectly reasonable space could be rendered larger by the movement of the bordering cars). But there were also times when I saw someone selfishly use a large space to create a buffer zone for their precious bumpers. Maddening when you’re hungry and just want to park and go home. So I can’t really blaming someone for leaving a nastygram, particularly when you consider that the level of frustration they felt might just as easily be channeled towards property damage…