My neighbors are fucking killing me.
There are 2 homes directly across the street from me. They belong to two sisters, and their respective families.
House # 1 is occupied by one sister, her husband, their 2 kids, their tenant, and her boyfriend.
Each one of them has their own car. And just to top it off, the husband has a second car… A sweet looking vintage Mustang that he has restored.
House # 2 is occupied by the other sister, her husband, their 3 kids, and THEIR tenant.
Each one of them has THEIR own damn car, too. Plus, Husband # 2 owns a delivery business, so he often has 2 small trucks that he parks in his driveway.
Now, I’m not a math whizz, and lord knows that I don’t have enough fingers for me to do some PROPER counting, but the last time I checked, that was 15 FUCKING CARS that are parked directly across the street from me!
And, since none of us has the last name of ‘Rockefeller’, you would be correct in assuming that neither of them have a driveway NEARLY large enough to accommodate this travelling road show.
So, they fill up their driveways, and then the runoff cars are parked up and down the length of the block. When their kids have friends over (which is often), they merrily continue the cavalcade with THEIR damn cars up and down the block, on either their side of the street, or lined up in front of my house.
I’m not the kind of person who really gives a shit what people do with their own stuff, but when you park your fucking cars directly across from my damn driveway, it gets my goat. I have to make a fucking 6 point turn just to get out of my driveway so I can go get a fucking Slurpee.
And I NEED my damn Slurpee.
It’s driving me crazy.
I swear, one day I am going to just lose it and peel out of my driveway doing 50 in reverse and plow into the lot of them.
That’ll show ‘em!