According to my camera, on 10 August 2010 we arrived home from work to find she had backed herself so close to the bumper of my sweetie's pickup truck (just a little Nissan jobbie, not one of those that is indicative of discomfort with his hairline)...well, let's just say with that kind of laser-measurement precision we weren't buying her argument in that first letter that she had any kind of "nerve damage" we'd heard of.
(Sorry for the disjointed blogging, but in her letter in which she first complained of the parking, she claimed to have nerve damage and limited ability to see out of her nearly-windowless van
If memory serves, her van was in the "front" spot, truck was behind that, and my car was behind that (illegally in the curb cut, but there's no driveway and no one has enforced). This is important because he was truly blocked in. If I hadn't been there with my keys (only one set...I know, not smart), he couldn't get out.
Okay, so he called her on the phone. I heard his voice getting a little agitated--but he was remaining polite and businesslike. When I heard him comment something like, "That's completely beside the point," I started channelling my departed father, an attorney. What would he suggest? Yup: Get photos!
All he asked was for her to move up her van a couple of feet. We found out that she had (this still makes me laugh til my abs feel in really great shape) "lined up her passenger window with the front walk" so we understood why she had left such a ridiculous amount of space in front of her. But she was refusing to move the vehicle until it was convenient for her. We're talking about 8:00 PM; it wasn't quite completely dark, yet.
Long story much shortened: it's amazing how fast a van can be moved when a camera flash is visible.
Since then, she's been parking in the curb-cutout spot, even when BOTH of our vehicles are out.
Oh, even if I could figure out how to post the best photos here, I'm afraid to do it. That's for another post.
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