I’m scoping out my current squatter.
It’s that plumbing van.
I think it’s a customer from the restaurant next door. I’ve seen it parked over there before. Now before you think I’m some kind of weirdo with nothing to do but keep track of my parking lot, here are the facts:
1. We own 85 cars. Not all of them are here of course, but I’d like to have a spot for them when they come back to roost.
2. We have two classes running right now. That’s 50 different families dropping off 50 different children. The parents deserve a spot more than this jackass.
3. Liability. Does this idiot not know that the 50 different children taking class here (not counting segment two) DON’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? I really had to emphasize that, because my car is pretty dinged up from students parking too close or having a non-fatal accident. I’m not covering his brushes with my students.
4. It’s my business, it’s MY building. Yes. I own this pile of cinder block and crumbling asphalt. If you don’t have a reason to be here GET THE FUCK OUT.
After all, that’s why we have public streets. It’s also why that restaurant next door has its own freaking parking lot.