nofreeride
Well-known member
The problem starts with the fact that the spaces in our parking lot at work are too small, about 7.5 feet wide. It didn't used to be a problem, as everyone pretty much ignored the lines and parked where they could fit. But then the building managers started handing out tickets if you weren't inside the lines, forcing everybody to squeeze into the spaces.
So, I come back from lunch today, and when parking my car, I noticed that the Corvette (red C5 w/vanity plate) on my right was parked to the extreme left of the space, with his rear tire actually touching the line. I get a call from the building people about half an hour later, asking if I could move my car, as the guy next to me says he can't get into his car. OK, sure. I go down to move my car.
Mr. tan, blonde, middle-aged, body builder type comes out (yeah, I'm middle-aged, I'm just describing the facts) thanking me for moving my car and telling me how rude I was for parking there and how he's been waiting for half an hour to leave. I point out that his car is actually on the line, and how the parking lot is really too small, etc, after which he proceeds to threaten me ("You want to discuss this some more? Come out here and let's discuss this some more! I would hate for your door to get messed up.). After I closed my door I don't know what he said but he was saying it pretty loudly.
I can see the parking lot from my desk, and guess what? He's back less than half an hour later. This time he's backed into the space, again with his driver's side hugging the white line on his parking space. What was so important? I bet he can see his car and the parking lot from his office, too.
I never have parking issues when I ride the bike. Sheesh.
So, I come back from lunch today, and when parking my car, I noticed that the Corvette (red C5 w/vanity plate) on my right was parked to the extreme left of the space, with his rear tire actually touching the line. I get a call from the building people about half an hour later, asking if I could move my car, as the guy next to me says he can't get into his car. OK, sure. I go down to move my car.
Mr. tan, blonde, middle-aged, body builder type comes out (yeah, I'm middle-aged, I'm just describing the facts) thanking me for moving my car and telling me how rude I was for parking there and how he's been waiting for half an hour to leave. I point out that his car is actually on the line, and how the parking lot is really too small, etc, after which he proceeds to threaten me ("You want to discuss this some more? Come out here and let's discuss this some more! I would hate for your door to get messed up.). After I closed my door I don't know what he said but he was saying it pretty loudly.
I can see the parking lot from my desk, and guess what? He's back less than half an hour later. This time he's backed into the space, again with his driver's side hugging the white line on his parking space. What was so important? I bet he can see his car and the parking lot from his office, too.
I never have parking issues when I ride the bike. Sheesh.
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