My apartment complex, yes, the ghetto fabulous of Weston, has decided to FINALLY fix the concrete on many of the curbs. You know the curbs where the idiots who don't know how to park have hit repeatedly and through time has broken or cracked. Well, for the low, low price of super inflated South Florida rent you too can enjoy the luxuries of having to almost break your ankle when you walk out of your car and trip over said curb. Multiple curbs really.
Anyway, I guess the bozo's here finally had enough money from skimping on NOT GIVING ME A NEW DISHWASHER AND STOVE, digression sorry, and have managed to cobble together enough to "reconcrete" these curbs. They used the cones to mark the area that is "wet concrete" well, Ms Wonderful Neighbor decided that she is going to use said cone to block that parking spot so that no one will park in it. And the morons that surround me didn't park in the spot! Well, to hell with that I did, and then she admitted it to me. Because I took her spot?!?! Hello Ms Missouri 1983, there aren't assigned parking spots.
*sigh* yea, I pretended to think she was so ingenious. Really, I just wanted to get home. And it's easier to politely comment than anything else.
In other random parking news, apparently the new young and hot police officer that now lives here thinks he can park on the curb illegally. cool.
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