There is a construction crew outside my window.
They've been here before, blocking off my driveway and sometimes even parking in my driveway, but I've never been given advance notice of their arrival. I still remember the smirk on one guy's face about two years ago when he told me I couldn't come back home for two hours. That time I was blocked from entering my street; this time I'm blocked from exiting.
The last time they were here - about a month ago - they moved their equipment so that I could get out of the house.
Today they did not.
Sure, I probably could have begged them to move, if I really wanted to leave. But I was a wimp. I tried to maneuver around them and when I failed, I gave up. I'm embarrassed to say that I slammed my car door and felt hot tears on my face. I behaved like an adolescent who had just been told she may not go party with her friends.
I'm trapped, but in many ways, it is my own fault.
Comments (2)
Call the city or whoever hired them. It is inexcusable behavior on their parts. I don't like direct confrontation like this, either, but if you ask nicely & they don't move, then you go over their heads. Somebody hired them and somebody can fire them.
Posted by Glennia | April 28, 2011 10:42 AM
Posted on April 28, 2011 10:42
I HATE trying to maneuver my car around stuff with people watching. I hate to reinforce the stereotype of the woman driver--it's not my gender, it's my lack of depth perception and peripheral vision! I've been tempted to (but of course, never have) ask the smirky guys to move my car for me if they're so great.
When I was a teenager, going to a friend's graduation, I arrived to find no parking spots. There was sorta one last spot at the end of the street, kinda. But it meant parallel parking (for the first time since driving lessons) on a curving road. The rent-a-cop watched me back in and out of the space a few dozen times and didn't do a darn thing to help me. So, when I accidentally backed over the stop sign and bent it, I just parked my car and walked away. I figured he could write a ticket, but if he was going to watch me slowly inch my way right into it and not say a thing to stop me, it was almost as much his fault as mine. (He was no more than 4 feet away, all my windows were open, and he was staring at me because I was late and the only other person in the entire parking lot.) Humiliating.
Posted by Kathy T | April 28, 2011 1:06 PM
Posted on April 28, 2011 13:06