No offense taken, none at all!
My townhouse complex is like OpalCat’s - plenty of empty spaces during the weekdays, but completely full after 5pm, and on weekends. We tried getting by without reserved parking, but one family (two adults, two teenagers) ended up with six cars, and would never park any of them on the street, so the folks on that end of the complex had a hell of a time finding places to park. Out came the stencils and the white traffic paint!
Oh, and gr8guy, you’re dead on target about most tow truck drivers - all the intellectual vitality of a bowl of warm porridge.
When I lived in a complex with assigned parking, the old lady who lived downstairs had the spot next to mine. (We were all given just one parking slot.)
Whenever anybody would park there, she would ALWAYS assume that it was either me, or someone I knew, and that it was a nefarious plot to steal her God-given parking. She’d come upstairs, knock like thunder on my door, and say snidely, “Excuse me, but someone is parking in my spot.”
“And…?” I’d say politely.
“Well, who is it? Are they here? Can you ask them to move it?”
“No, unfortunately, I don’t have any clue who it is. I don’t have any visitors.”
She’d then give me the Evil Eye. “How do I know that?”
“Because I said so! Call the towing company and have it removed. Trust me, I won’t care. It isn’t mine.”
I NEVER parked in her spot. Ever. Nor did anybody I ever invited over; I warned them way in advance. I don’t know why I was the Chosen Suspect in the Great Parking Heist, but I swear that bitch would come upstairs two/three times a week!
I hate assigned parking; I make a point of avoiding apartment complexes that utilize it.
When I moved I praised high and loud for leaving the “assigned parking” hell.
I have my nifty garage on the end closest to my building, life is grand.
Except for the fucking maroons who park in front of my garage to “drop things off” to others in the complex. You see, they HAVE to park in front of my garage because if they parked a car length back, they’d be in the towaway zone.
A few weeks ago I went to pick LilMiss up from school and a huge Chevy truck was parked in front of my garage, running, no one in it.
Doors were locked on the truck (I’da moved it myself!), no alarm (I kicked it). So I blared my horn.
And I blared it again. And again. And again.
After 10 minutes this putz walks up to his truck-“Oh, you’re waiting to leave?”
“Yes, you moron. Why did you park in front of the garage? There a lot 50 yards over! Now I’m late and YOU’re an idiot!”
“I was only a minute”
“Bull. I’ve been out here 10 minutes”
GAH!!!