OH IT IS SO ON

Fuck my paranoid tendencies to over exaggerate.. there is a war going on on my street. Something that is so mind-blowingly-passive-aggressive-wannabe-middle-class-bullshit. Fucking. Parking. Spaces.

I live on the end of a row of terrace houses. For Americans.. I think you call them townhouses.. the ones that are just jammed together.. anyway. It's a narrow road, only a few people have actual drive ways, so everyone else just parks their car in front of their house. I guess some families selfishly have two cars and once there was a skip taking up a whole space for like three months. Anyway. I'm quite familiar with the cars of the street.

I'm really good at reverse parking, but because I live on the end of the terrace, I shouldn't have to. It annoys me a little bit when I see a strange car parked in front of my house, especially when there are a lot of other free spaces. When it's busy, like.. I get it. I park in front of other people's houses. Unfortunately for me, it seems like I always need to park way down the street when I have a million things to carry.

One time, I just really wanted to clean up my car, but the spot outside my house was never free at the right time. I am one nervous breakdown away from being that person who is constantly curtain twitching.

So tonight. My car is in it's spot, outside my house. Perfect. I get into my car, cos I was just nipping to the shop. 5 mins max. I see some car hovering in the road behind me, obviously saw me get into my car, wants to take my spot. Hell, I thought. There's a perfectly good space behind me. Just park there. I turn my engine and my lights off. Good ol' fashioned western staredown, but in the car mirrors. The guy relents, he reverses awkwardly into the space a bit up the road. But he is parked. He has a spot. A decent spot.

I go to the shop, I come back; really have not been longer than 5 mins. Turn into my road, and what has that fucker done? Pulled into my spot. Which means I have to gracefully reverse park into the spot he was parked in when I left. This might have been the pettiest thing that's happened to me in ages, and since I didn't see the driver, just gonna have a good ol' online rant.

(and fuck it may have been petty to draw this, just to explain the layout, but I'm considering buying traffic cones)