First Post and Parking Vent

Wow. My first blog post on a real bloggy thing that isn't M*sp*ce.

Doesn't feel any different.

I will eventually wax deeper but really I just want to vent about parkers.

You know who you are.

You there, for instance, Miss Line Rider. Folks like you that park their precious vehicles right on the line on the driver's side so someone else can't park in the adjacent space without honestly knowing they will be blocking your driver side door. So - most of the time - that space remains unoccupied. It's a more subtle approach than some, but so obvious once you start looking for it.

That's only marginally better than you over there, Mister Straddler. Parking your car right on top of the line between spaces. Quite a statement you're making, don't you think? That you not only claim but are entitled to not one parking space (as the rest of us peons must limp along with) but two, count 'em, TWO parking spaces so your priceless fossil-fuel-sucking SUV, compensation truck (oh come on, you know it...) or "off-road" vehicle that's never seen even the top of a mud pit can avoid the dings and scratches that the more utilitarian transports of the general population must suffer through.

There are others, of course, and you've seen them. The Line-Through that parks not into a parking space but across three or four of them. The Diagonal Man that slashes across two spaces corner-to-corner - much like the Straddler but with a touch more disdain.

Jesus tells me I must love you, so I do. Really!

But there is a deep-seated part of my lizard-brain that wants to loath you, that tells me to park right next to your driver side door anyway, that wonders what would happen if I were to walk just a leetle too close to your pride & joy with my keys held just so.

Of course I don't do that. I'm the guy that parks between the lines. I have too much ingrained respect for authority - even lowly, unwritten implied authority of simple lines painted on pavement - to go through with anything so drastic.

But sometimes - sometimes - when I see someone else parked what must be way too close to that driver side door for anyone to possibly get in that way, but they themselves are parked dead center between the lines, something inside of me cheers.

Must be my lizard brain.