My neighbors cannot park.
Matt and I sat out on my deck, wearing T-shirts and sipping tea, earlier this evening (love this weather!). Check out the stellar parking jobs down below!
First, across the way is the lady who can never seem to park inside the lines. Ever. See? She’s way over into the crossed lines.
Then, right below me, you can see these two giant SUVs/trucks/whatevers. Why, yes, they are taking up three parking spaces.
This is typical for them: they both always have to park facing out, and they never seem to be able to park straight or inside the lines. And heaven help you if you’re driving behind them while they’re trying to park… you’re invisible to them! They will swing around without watching and take a minute or two to park. And that’s a long time when you’re waiting to park yourself.
And after all that effort, they still take up three spaces!
But they don’t care, because they’re from Texas! No, seriously, nothing against Texans, but one of those monstrosities down there has a Texas license plate, tons of Texas pride stuff inside it, and the best part, its vanity plate says an abbreviated form of “Snobby Texan.”
Aigh!