But...It's My Parking Space!

Ok, I have lived in the same place for the past 17.5 years....and needless to say I have had the same parking space since the day I moved in.

My space is the only one that is up the driveway and alongside the duplex I live in. Every one else has a gated carport to park in.

So last night I come home, after working late due to customer problem (with a happy ending), to find a message on my answering machine...it was from the hired help of my downstairs neighbor. The message told me: that I need to park on the street not in her parking space (she doesn't own a vehicle), that I wake her up in the morning when I go to work 1 day a week before 8:00 am (she's a recluse & mental invalid who doesn't work), that she can't sleep and has to wear earplugs because I come home late (last week I went to Disneyland and got home @ 3:00 am) and make noise.

Needless to say, this is not the first time she has complained, but it was the first time it was about my lovely self, and it did not sit well with me.

Last month some guy was installing a car stereo at the far end of the building and the noise was bothering her...It was about 2:00 pm, so I told her as it wasn't after 10:00 pm, that she needed to get a grip...and if she was so unhappy to call LAPD, because I wasn't!

Now we also have Armenian (I am Hye as well) neighbors living with extended family on three sides of us....all have young children, all yell & scream all hours of the day & night, continually....Hmmmmm, no complaints about them?

So, I called my landlord (Bless his rotten little heart, he backed me up) and he came out today and in front of him I told her in no uncertain (but sickeningly sweet) terms that I've parked in the same space for 17 years and I will continue to do so, nor will I be changing my work schedule anytime soon to accommodate her whims.

Guess what? She tried to ignore me & wave me away...didn't work, so, I said it again (loudly) and asked her if she understood me...she nodded affirmative.... Meanwhile I wrote her a letter about the difference between living in an Adult complex (all 4 units) on a city street and a private sequestered residential home for the handicapped....which will be delivered in the next day....

What the hell is wrong with people? If she is so "ill" due to her neurosis then what is she doing in the "normal" live-a-day outside world? There are homes for people like her.....

I have little empathy with people who pretend to be debilitated and unable to live a healthy life, yet can be meaner than a mamma coon protecting her young while telling everyone else what they have to do to accommodate their whims. This is soooooooooooo NOT my reality....

So that's the story of My Parking Space!