Most of the time, I am able to fight the sassy New-Jersey-driver road rage that bubbles up inside of me, but occasionally, I just can't resist the urge!
You see, awhile back, I was living in college-owned apartments with teeny parking spots.
What you can't see is the whole row of spaces to the right, which are itty bitty slanted spots. There aren't nearly enough for the 100+ people living in the three buildings pictured here, so parking in the lot is actually quite a competition during certain times of the day.
In mid-April, my car was hit in this parking lot by one of my reckless neighbors. Whoever did it cracked my tail light and left a medium sized scrape on my back bumper.
I wasn't too pleased, because the person didn't leave a note, but life went on.
About a week later, I noticed a large truck parked in the smallest parking space the lot had to offer. It was sticking its butt out so far that my car (a small Honda Civic) was barely able to squeeze by unscathed. So what did I do? Took actions into my own hands, of course.
"Your truck should not be parked here. It's like ASKING for an accident!"
Mission accomplished. Right?
Literally two days later, it happened again. This time, there was no way I was letting the idiotic trucker dude get away with it.
This time, I used a full-sized sheet of notebook paper.
And I marched right up to that truck. . .
To give him a piece of my mind.
And you know what? He didn't park in that spot anymore!
Jersey Girl: 1
Trucker Man: 0
How do you handle jerky behavior?
PS - Please forgive my messy appearance in these photos. It was a "sweatshirt and yoga pants" kind of day. I then proceeded to go into my apartment and cook a delicious pasta dish - check it out here!
**Originally posted April 2012. Sometimes I feel like I wrote great posts for all of 13 followers...so I should repost them all for you, my more recent bloggy friends.