Perhaps some Japanese politics would help you?
“Two Samurai approach each other on a bridge and nearing the midway point, both stop…”
Very similar situation, but with some differences. My town allows street parking. We have three cars, so I park on the street. I make sure that I park 4-6 feet from a neighbors driveway apron, but he screams and rants like a patient at Bedlam. One day it snowed, and I actually caught the bastard shovelling snow onto my car (!). I called him out on it, I reminded him of the MANY times that I’d used my snowblower to not only clean his walks but his driveway apron too. His educated response?
“Yeah, who asked you…?”
I had to go to a Dr. appointment right then, so I moved my car and ignored it… until the sack of english tea (kicked out of the UK no doubt. I’m pretty sure he was some kind of Nigel Farage dingle-berry) started cursing both me and my wife out at the top of his “educated” lungs in the street.
I called the local PD, suggested a “mental health check” as well as a reminder:
You Don’t Own The F-cking Street.
One hopes that your snowblower will remain unavailable, next time there is snowfall in your area.
My minirant today: I had an IV on Sunday. I had a previously-scheduled blood draw today. The gastro, yesterday, asked me to get bloodwork (a CBC). I hoped that the lab could do that long with my regular stuff, at the primary care doctor’s office. Nope. No outside orders.
I see the folks at gastro late next week for followup on the whole diarrhea situation (which maaaaaaay be improving, but it’s likely too early to tell). So I need to go somewhere ELSE to get another blood draw.
And, I have a CT with contrast (unrelated to the gut issues) next week as well. I’m gonna feel like a pincushion, if my veins even hold up (I’m a very difficult stick).
Yeah, but here’s the thing: Mortgages (for the most part) are for 30 years. So, do I want to wage a 30 years war against this Expelled Asshole?
( While I like the guy, Prince Harry probably doesn’t even Like me. )
I have kids, he has kids… Dear Og, what the Hell do I do if my son bangs his daughter??? I’m sure he’s an expert in the UK Long Bow.
How the Hell do I fight that with an old Little League bat and a small cannister of pepper spray???
I’m no cowboy…
I had surgery a month ago and the area around the stitches has gotten really red and is draining pus. I wanted to be free of all that.
Yesterday I went to my ophthalmologist for my annual eye exam. This always turns into a major time suck. First a technician does the refraction tests to see if my prescription has changed, then puts drops in my eyes so the doctor can run further tests. For some reason they make me wait over an hour before bringing me into the exam room, where I wait another twenty minutes for the doctor. Then it’s fifteen minutes of the doctor shining a blinding light into my eyes, and then talking to me about how everything looks fine. Since I had fallen and badly scratched one lens I then go to the optical area to order a new pair of glasses. I ask for the same frames I’m currently wearing, and am assured that they are available, are still covered by my insurance. The new glasses will be ready in two weeks, which coincides with the date of my follow-up appointment on October 2. (I’m borderline diabetic, and at my age there are more tests that need to be done, which for some reason can’t be done that day.)
So today I get a call informing me that the frames I ordered have been discontinued by the manufacturer, apparently some time between when they checked while I was there and when they actually placed the order. 
This means I need to come back in and choose a new frame. The problem is, the only way I can get there is to schedule a ride with the local EZ-Rider (disability transport service) which has to be done a day in advance, or spend money on an Uber. I’m already booked to go grocery shopping tomorrow, so I’ll have to go on Friday. And I’m willing to bet that if I don’t order the glasses until Friday they won’t be ready by October 2. Which means yet another trip just to pick up my new glasses.
You must go to the same eye clinic I do. I get my glasses at an optometrist’s (or through an online company, which is much cheaper), but some things require an actual ophthalmologist and it’s always an ordeal with them. I will need cataract surgery at some point and while I know the surgery itself is quick and not a big deal for uncomplicated cases, all the BS around it is making me dread the day I have to schedule it.
I, and many other Dopers, have frequently recommended buying glasses online from Zenni Optical. They are much less expensive than brick & mortar retailers, and you get your glassss about 2-3 weeks after you place the order.
Although I have no problem picking out my frames based just on their pictures, if you want to see how you will look in them, you can upload a picture of yourself and their site will show your face with whatever frames you want.
I have an optical plan which pays for my frames and all but $70 (for a refractive coating) for my lenses. I’ve never checked to see if any of the online optical places take insurance.
In the hospital. The doctor didn’t like the number of white blood cells.
I considered using an online site for glasses but I inevitably have to return multiple times for adjustments. Sometimes the fit is unpredictable and painful and it takes awhile. So I stick with local purveyors.
Nor do I. 
Seriously, a good thing they’re taking care of it.
Good old Pokemon Go! I don’t get out a lot ( I have some mobility issues ) but my wife likes to play (and beat me at ) Pokemon Go. Hey, it makes her happy.
Anyway there is street parking 3 blocks from my house that has a gym. Oh Joy! I don’t have to burn a lot of gas to get there & it gets me what I need to stay relevant. Anyway, some of the neighbors on that block have noticed me parked (legally) there. I say hi; explain I live three blocks away, they do their business, I do mine, and we part ways contented ( all video games a sh-t if you didn’t know that already ).
Today, an out-of-state Williamburg Thug comes up to my car to question me.
“Are you waiting for her?”
“Her who?”
“Why are you always parked here?”
“I get better cellservice here. I’m parked legally. Are you a cop?”
“No, but I see you. She sees you, Pal.”
“Good. I feel safer already. Thanks!”
< Thug saunters off >
Now, we’ve had this issue before: there are no designated street parking spaces… and no one owns the street. Even better, this Thug doesn’t live there and has no right to threaten me, peacefully parked, in my own neighborhood. He has no right to question me either. I may not have the most adult reason in the world to be there, but I am breaking no laws and this Thug is trying to intimidate me.
If a REAL cop was there, while he might have asked me to move on, I’m sure he would have told the Thug that nobody owns the street (and to stop acting as if he was a cop).
Q: Should I have called a REAL cop?
Doggonit! For the second time in the past several months I ordered something from Europe on eBay and it just got stuck forever in the system.
The first time I ordered a camera shutter timer that got stuck somewhere in Romania for almost three months before I finally pulled the plug on the deal and asked for a refund. A week after the refund the darned thing showed up.
One month ago I ordered a darkroom timer from a guy in the UK. It shipped, and showed up as being at JFK airport, for three weeks. Yesterday I decided to bail and submitted the refund request. He immediately paid up.
The timer showed up on my front porch this afternoon, with absolutely no tracking notifications from Pitney Bowes beyond the original “It’s in JFK” message–who knew that they even were in the shipping business…
So now I have to sort out how to pay the guy since the original transaction was refunded. Not a big deal, but why does shipping from Europe have to be this way? I have purchased multiple photography items from Japan on eBay in the same timeframe and they arrive in days.
I’ve had the same problem as you ordering from South Korea, but for some reason not Japan.
I once bought a gift for my daughter (a plush toy from a Korean cartoon she liked) that never arrived. It fell off the boat I guess.
And it truly does. It’s a good thing I made the trip to make my sister’s final arrangements - got the call Tuesday afternoon that she had passed, as well. It’s a relief seeing both of them out of their suffering.
Ooh, do be careful with that. Back in June my sister was admitted to ER, high white count, gave her IV antibiotics before the cultures came back to know what the infection was. A week and a half later she was back in ER with a C. Diff. infection because the previous treatment wiped out all the bacteria in her gut. Same thing happened to me several years ago, got antibiotics for a UTI, which weren’t the proper ones come to find out, ended up in ER in sepsis from a C. Diff. infection, about 24 hours from death as the attending described it to my wife.
ETA: Best thoughts for you!
Driving across the Fl state line is a sign “welcome to the free state of Florida”
Are you sure about that Ron the con? Book bans abortion bans what else is on that list?
Itty-bitty first-world rant: we are getting our roof replaced. This means that the satellite dish is currently off the roof. There is college football tomorrow. Both games we wanted to see are on at the same time. Typically we’d record those games and watch both a bit later in the day. No dish, no dice.
One game will have to be watched tomorrow in real time with all the delays and ad bullshit included. The other will not be seen at all - neither of the channels they are on has the 72-hour replay function allowed by a limited number of the channels we get. Boo.
The roof replacement is already costing as much as a decent used car would. I guess a little extra pain is to be expected.
I’m glad you added the ETA or I don’t know what you were trying to say. 
Doing better so it doesn’t look like I’m dead yet, but also not sure of what day I’ll be out of here.