I was driving down our street tonight looking for a parking spot – something that sucks as a general rule because we’ve chosen to live in a congested area of Sydney’s inner west. Tonight there are workmen blocking off empty parking spaces with witches hats. There were parking spots as far as the eye could see, but they were all blocked off.
Turns out they’re doing line marking. Because the kerb isn’t enough of an indicator on where to park, apparently.
I try to park in a spot anyway and get waved away by one of the overall-clad blokes and decide to suss out WTF is going on
Me: So where do I park if I actually live here?
Him: Yih, moite thir is sum spots up an’ ’round in (names street 3 blocks away)
Me: *blank stare*
Him: Yih, I fink they done a letterbox drop an’ that
Me: Well, they never made it to my letterbox
Him: Awww shoite!
Me: So this is Marrickville Council’s doing, yeah?
Me: Well, at least I’ll know who to send the memo to if I get mugged!
We both chortled* and he continued blocking available parking spots with witches hats while I drove off to the next suburb to find somewhere to park my car.
Mental note: wear walking shoes in the morning.
* I can’t believe I actually said typed the word “chortle”. I am getting old.