"I don't know nothing about city parkin'," wailed the southern-drawled tipsy fellow who had to knock on the front door last Friday night, in order to get me to unblock the driveway so that he could get his frickin' truck off'n my property. When he's not wailing on Facebook that "Democrats are socialists," I wonder if he can stop to consider the irony that he thought he deserved to take something that belonged to me, just because I wasn't using all of it at the moment he needed it?
I suppose that having TWO signs that say "PRIVATE DRIVE" was not sufficient to better inform him of our persnickety city ways.
[This post is at least partially offered tongue-in-cheek.]
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