I have one that annoyed the shit out of me for three weeks, but I was incensed that I couldn’t do a thing about it because nobody was being unreasonable. I will happily over dramatise it for you.
Setting the scene- I live in a little block of privately owned flats, 8 total. Lovely and spacious, but with not so great parking- behind the building is a row of 8 spaces, parked between a line of trees and our row of garages. The gap between the space and the garage is very tight, meaning that I would struggle to get out if anyone parked either side of me, and couldn’t get in at all. Luckily, the 4 flats on my side of the parking don’t use their spaces. This gives me bags of room to park up. This has suited me wonderfully, and has been the situation since we bought the place 18 months ago. I feel extra cushdy about this since the other four spaces are always taken (god knows how they get in. They must be better at parking than me!)
Anyway. One day last month I go outside to find a shitty, super old, broken down ford with four flat tires parked in the space next to me. I deduce this is owned by the son in law of the elderly woman who lives downstairs. I am instantly livid. The son in law doesn’t live here! What right does he have to park there! The woman from downstairs doesn’t have a car, and this has suited me very nicely!! I go from swinging into my space to having to do a three point manouver to squish in next to this ugly car. It also has a nasty blue tarpaulin covering it to ‘protect’ it which fills me with a blinding rage every time I see it’s incessent blueness.
A week passes. A particularly strong breeze blows the tarpaulin into MY SPACE. I am furious. My territory has been encroached. I grumble as I move it aside. I google the number plate to find the car is SORN. I make lots of grumbling noises to my OH about how the car is a ‘nasty bit of off road junk I have to put up with.’ He is bemused and points out that at least the space on the other side of me is still empty and I can still easily get in, unlike the poor souls on the other side. I am aware of this but I don’t want it pointing out. I make myself a cup of tea but don’t offer him one for this infraction.
Another week passes. During this time, the woman downstairs also leaves an armchair in the hallway for a week. I am LIVID. First the car, now the chair! It’s anarchy! I overhear the son in law arguing with the daughter when they come to pick it up a few days later to take it to the tip. I listen in as I sip my tea (I made OH one this time as he agreed the chair was annoying). I think cross thoughts about how the SIL can pick up the chair but not his ugly car. I decide that the fact they are rowing is a sign of how unreasonable they are in general. I do not go and ask about the car but grumble that at least the chair is gone. I think again how annoying it is that she is well within her right to use the space.
A few days later, I have a British Gas engineer over in the morning. I leave him to it, with OH wfh, and set off to get in my car. British Gas engineer has parked in the space on the other side of me! I now have a car on each side! This has NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. I am aghast. I am enraged that one of the cars is there because I have called him out. I blame the old ford for this whole situation. I manage to get out of the space after a couple of back and forths. I then ring OH from the car and fill him in on the sorry affair. ‘At least you know you can get out of that space now if it happens again’ he says. But I wouldn’t have HAD to learn that if the woman downstairs didn’t let her stupid SIL Park his ugly ford in her space, I think. OH precariously close to getting refused another cup of tea.
Another few days pass by. The car vanishes, just like that. I dance around in the empty space in joy. OH does the same in solidarity and earns himself a packet of yorkie bars in the weekly shop. I nod to myself that everything is right and just with the world again. I glance across at the other four cars parked in a row and realise how lucky I am. I think about how cross the car has made me and realise I have so few problems that a strong wind could well blow me over, and I need to toughen up. I get over this at my joy of being able to drive through the now empty space to leave instead of AROUND it. All is well.
Obligatory diagram attached. My car is blue, the evil ford is red. The poor souls in the other four flats are the black cars.