NWOutdoorGrrl

sometimes I can be a passive-aggressive bitch

Picture this...It’s 8 o’clock on Thursday morning - mere hours before my last final. I’m emotionally empty after a year-long marathon, praying for relief that is less than 12 hours away. Nick just left for the bus, and I’m cramming the last bit of landlord-tenant law into my head before taking off for school. I glance up, running the ways a license can be revoked through my head, when low and behold it appears that Oblivious Subaru Man has come to town:

In case it isn’t clear, the gravel strip is our driveway and this $!@$$ is completely blocking it when there is adequate space for the car immediately behind it, immediately in front of it, or directly across the street.

I’m stressed out. I don’t have time for this. I can’t believe the nerve of some people! I’m calling the police. This bastard’s car his getting towed. But wait…

My car is actually parked on the street. Even if I was inclined to take the motorcycle today, I could probably squeeze it past the car’s bumper. Yes, the car deserves to be towed, but can I justify it? Probably not… So what’s a girl to do?

Put a note under the wiper, of course. I don’t remember exactly what I wrote, but it might have been something like “Dear $!@$$, Today is your lucky day! Even though you carelessly parked your car in front of my driveway, I was nice enough not to have it towed. Don’t be a heel. Look where you’re parking next time. Thanks. Signed, Passive-Aggressive Bitch”

I also took a few pictures for posting here. If this is your car, I’m only sort-of sorry for publicly humiliating you like this. It makes me feel a whole lot better, and you have to admit that this is probably a better alternative to paying an expensive towing/impound bill.