It’s hot. For the third day in a row, it’s been over a hundred degrees. There’s an 80-year-old’s birthday party taking place on the block, and you’re one of the guests. It’s a milestone and you got there a little late. Cars are completely crammed in their driveway and have poured out into our normally vacant streets. It’s like Tasman Drive on Fourth of July or the Great Mall parking lot during Christmas. Good luck finding a spot. It’s futile. I almost pitied you because you too are old. You’ve probably known the celebrant a few decades. Maybe, you’re even family? But to this quiet Cupertino cul-de-sac, you’re just another sidewalk vehicle. You’ll get no preferential treatment here, no valet service or reserved parking. I know you know this because you’ve circled back and forth several times. But instead of doing the right thing and parking a few streets down, risking sunburn and a damp dress shirt, you chose to park in the next door neighbor’s driveway because you thought they weren’t home. You were right, they weren’t. But I saw you.
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
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