In our neighborhood, where it’s not uncommon for three generations to shack up in one of the ‘70s-era duplexes that line the street, parking is at a premium. Every adult in each house has a car, which means about four vehicles per unit. Inevitably, those cars fill up the curbsides. But hey, we’re all playing this game of musical parking spots together. That’s why it’s aggravating to no end when you break the unspoken rules the rest of us generally live by. No reserving a space by leaving your one car in the middle of an opening that could easily fit two. And for chrissakes, stop blocking my goddamn driveway! Do you not see the impossible maneuvers you force me to make as I try to back out of my driveway in the morning? It’s like an obstacle course out here. Next time, I might make a little less effort to avoid dinging your car. #SorryNotSorry
I Saw You is an anonymous “man on the street” column. Email your rants and raves about co-workers or any badly behaving citizens to iS*****@me*******.com, or send to 380 S. First St, San Jose, 95113. Submissions should stick to about 100 words.
