That’s right . . . don’t be stupid.

At my apartment complex, actually a row of duplexes that share a concrete pad as a parking lot, there is plenty of space for people to park.   That is, if you’re not stupid. 

The ‘parking lot’ is a square pad of concrete with a 6 foot driveway connecting it to the main road.  Everyone at the apartments (duplexes, whatever) parks along the outside edge of the pad (leaving room in the middle for people to pull out and turn around and such) . . . like any normal sensible people would.   In my two and a half years there, this has never been an issue.  You pull in and immediately see how you should park so as not to block the entrance.

My new neighbors have a son (about 24 years old), who comes over a lot but doesn’t actually ‘live’ there.  Their son has a girlfriend who comes over a lot too, when she can borrow his car anyways (she apparently has no car of her own as she is asking for rides all the stinkin’ time . . . but that’s another story). 

Girlfriend cant park . . . or maybe she is constantly drunk, I dunno’.

I’m not saying that she parks at a bit of an angle or a little too far away from anther car as to take up two spaces (both a bit annoying, but understandable).  I mean she parks in the driveway and blocks it.  Or she parks at such a strange angle, so far away from another car, that literally three spaces are taken up . . . thus leaving no place for me to park when I come home at 7:30 at night after finally finishing an A-V promo video with groceries and a huge bag of dog food in my arms forcing me to walk through the mud ridden front yard to get to my front door thinking ‘AGAIN I have to do this’.

So, after parking on the side of the road (half in the ditch, half in the road) and setting down my groceries inside, I knock on the neighbors door to ask girlfriend (once AGAIN) to move her car. 

No one answers.  I keep knocking, hearing people talking inside (it’s not the TV, I hear girlfriend and son talking to each other).  Still no one answers.

Being that this is like the 5th or 6th time I’ve had to ask girlfriend to move her car . . . and no one is answering the door . . . I park behind girlfriend (as that is literally the only place to park with out blocking the driveway) and go inside to make some dinner. 

The next morning (this morning), while I’m in the shower, Bailey starts barking like mad (and I assume it was girlfriend or son knocking at the door).  About 30 minutes later, I head out the door to leave for work. I notice that I have a note on the door (I assume from girlfriend, as it was very ‘girly’ writing) informing me that she had to drive through the yard to get out . . . and the next time I block her in she going to call a tow truck.

Oh really ? It’s on now.

You dont even LIVE here.  You park in such a way as to cause other people (not just me) to drive through the yard and ditch just to get to the main road . . . and you’re going to call a tow truck ?  Not that you have the authority to do so, as you don’t even live here.  But after people time and time again have to ask to you move the car . . . you still don’t get it. 

These are the people that should be legally barred from reproducing.  There’s enough stupid in the world already with out you making more.

I don’t know why this has me in such a mood.  I’m suppose to be forgiving, kind, a good example of Christianity to other people . . . I work for a church for goodness sake.  But THIS, THIS gets under my skin something fierce. 

Jesus forgive me but I’m looking forward to ‘talking” with girlfriend and letting her know exactly where she can ‘park’ her car. 

Yes, I have called the land lord and let him know.  He’s said mine is not the only complaint.  He’s going to give her ‘one more chance’ and then bar her from the premises . . . whatever that means. 

Patience, Kindness, Gentleness . . . these Fruit of the Spirit the Bible talks about I usually practice (or try to) on a daily basis.  But I struggle with this situation.  It’s just parking, I know . . . I have no idea why it bothers me so much.  But it does.  Lord help me . . . it does.