It’s pretty clear that I’ve had very little to say over the better part of this year. Even though my muse/partner-in-crime, June B. Stewart, no longer walked the beat with me, I still thought I’d have things to say. Apparently not.
In addition to June’s absence, I guess I didn’t realize that there was simply nothing interesting happening in the Bubble. Until….the tenants in Unit B (which shares a porch with my unit and another) moved out. Swell, here we go again. Most importantly, it reminded me why I launched this blog.
I won’t bore you with the usual petty b.s. that happens when a neighboring condo unit turns over. But those of you who know a little something about me know that while I’m basically a laid back, easy going person, unwritten condo common courtesy parking infractions send me over the edge. It’s the Betty possession.
After three weeks of watching the new arrivals in Unit B blatantly disregard established parking courtesies, they continued to park in my second space, which admittedly is not occupied even close to 24/7. But since each condo unit is entitled to two parking spaces at all times, I act like an unreasonable lunatic to ensure that the four to six total hours a day that I might need my second space, it’s available.
So, as Mr Unit B (whom we’ve officially nicknamed DB) and the four cars associated with him continued to park beyond the two spaces to which he was entitled, I dropped this “joke” parking citation on his windshield one morning. He did not find it humorous. Come on, wouldn’t you laugh if someone hit you with it? Especially the hummer violation.
Have a great Thanksgiving holiday!