Thought I'd share a funny story with you all, well it was very funny to me and could ONLY happen to me
Yesterday afternoon, I had dropped off my last dog and had to get to the bank before getting home to take G to hospital.
Couldnt get parked near the bank and so I parked on a residential street near by. Went to the bank and then popped into the shops to get something in for dinner before heading back to the van.
On my arrival back to the van I noticed a car had parked infront of me, hard up against my bumper and blocking the drive way to the house I had parked outside of. There was a car parked behind me and there was less than a foot between that car and my van.
Dilema, who owns the car infront? Why on earth would they park like that? How the hell am I going to get out of here and get G to the hospital?
I called G and told him to get a taxi as I didnt know how long I was going to be stuck and didnt want him to miss his appointment.
Sat for a while hoping some one would come back and move the car but nothing....
After a further 10 minutes or so, a woman came out from a house a few doors down but sadly went to another car. I jumped out of the van and ran towards her to politely ask if she knew the owner of the offending car. Eureka, she told me it belonged to the woman in the house I had parked infront of, she very quickly added that the woman was very old and frail. I guess she thought I was going to be nasty to the woman. I smiled and assured her that I'd be gentle on her.
So, I walk up the front door and ring the bell. An old woman answered.
Me. "Hi, sorry to bother you but do you own that car?"
Her. "Yes dear"
Me. "Could I ask you to reverse back a bit so that I can get out because you have blocked me in."
Her. "This is my house and that's my car."
Me. "Yes but you have parked right up against my bumper and I cannt move, could you please move yours so I can leave."
Her. "I cannt possibly block my neighbours drive way. I'm disabled you know"
Me. "I have a disabled partner and I need to go home and get him to the hospital, I cannt do that unless you move your car."
Her. "I have a disabled badge."
Me. "Yes, ON YOUR CAR."
Her. Well you shouldnt park infront of my house."
Me. "There are no double yellow lines and no disabled parking sign on the street."
The woman then smiled, patted my shoulder and shut the door.
I thought, she must be going to fetch her car keys, I went back to my van and waited, and waited....nothing.
In the end I called the police. As they arrived and were talking to me, the woman then came out of her house with the car keys in hand. She said to the police "I'm disabled you know" and so the whole cycle began again. After a further 10 minutes of this I said, "Sorry, but I really have to go..."
Only me eh?
