Blissfully Happy

Friday, March 17, 2006

I thought our new apartment had pretty good parking. Way better than our last place. There we got one covered parking carport and the other car had to fend for itself among about a million other cars. Sometimes it seemed like we had to park a mile away.

Our new apartment only has one spot for our cars because we're in a one bedroom. The two bedrooms downstairs get two spots. Fair enough. Our other car has to park on the street. We live in a fourplex on residential road where most people have driveways and garages so there's rarely anybody parked on the street so it's not hard for me to be able to park right in front of our building. Pretty nice setup.

Except for the signs on our street that say "2 hour parking 8am to 6pm."

That's not a problem on the days I work. I'm outta there before 8 and not home again with enough time to be parked there two or more hours before 6. But I'm off every other day.

"Why don't you just park in the back during the day?" You ask. Well, frankly, trying to park in back scares me. The driveways are narrow and there's not a lot of room once you get in back anyways. I'd feel much more comfortable sticking to parking on the street and let Hubby maneuver his smaller car in the back.

When we first moved in I was pretty paranoid about moving my car every two hours but there are rarely other cars parked on our street and I never saw anyone patrol it anyways so I basically stopped worrying about it and was never penalized for leaving my car in the same spot for more than two hours.

Until this week.

I was already having a crappy day. I tried to do laundry downstairs in the laundry room but the washer kept eating my quarters and then just totally shut down. I had laundry in, with the liquid detergent, and then I had to take it out and haul it all over to my mom's house. I get outside to put the laundry in my car and there is a ticket on my windshield!

I tried to find out if something could be done. You'd think a person should be able to park in front of their own home whenever they wanted without getting a ticket but apparently not. I can't get a permit to park on the street or anything.

Word to the wise: Don't rent an apartment where there are restrictions about parking on the street if you're going to need to do that.

Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's Day.