Space in Portola Hills

Posted on July 30, 2003 in Neighborhood

Once someone left me a nasty note that I think was intended for someone else. There are two forest green pickups in the condominium, mine and a humungous monstrosity on four toddler-tall wheels with a fat ass that stretches well beyond the edges of any parking space. The note was angry and written on a tiny corner ripped from a piece of child’s notebook paper. It inferred that I was irresponsible for parking where I had. I looked over the space and decided that despite the note’s anger, the writer had it right: my Nissan Frontier had no business in that space. So I made an effort, ever after, to park in a proper truck space, no matter how far I had to walk.

Last night, there were plenty of spaces for compacts and not a single one for trucks. As I passed the lots, I observed several compact cars slumbering in the big spaces. I ended up parking in a compact space. I remembered the acid note and thought What does this guy say to this? Would he look around and show mercy because all the spaces I could have used were filled by cars that could fit them like a child’s hand could slide into her mother’s glove?

I’ve thought of leaving notes, myself. “When it is your birthday, do you eat the entire cake? Do you live alone in a three bedroom condo? Are you so crippled that you cannot walk the extra fifteen feet from your parking space to your door?”

I haven’t and probably won’t leave such a note. But here I blog about it.