Yeah, so, the family that we do the nanny share with is awesome. Their neighbors, however, are a bunch of whiny bitches.
We share a wonderful nanny with a very cool couple who lives up the hill from us in Glen Park. Every day I drive up the hill, park my car on the street and drop off the Spawn at their place. I come back around 5:30-5:45 p.m. and pick up the Spawn. I’m usually parked in the area for about five minutes, maybe 10 minutes tops.
Twice now, neighbors have given me shit for parking in their neighborhood. Twice.
The first time, I was parking my car to pick up the kid. I got out of the car, and a woman approached me.
Her: “Excuse me, can you move your car?”
Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I blocking your driveway?”
Her: “No. But that’s my house you are parking in front of.”
Me: “Oh, umm, well, I’m just running into the house next door to pick up my baby.”
Her: “Oh geez. I’m sorry. Of course, go get your baby.”
The next day the woman approached me again and apologized. I accepted her apology. I didn’t say anything about the fact that she doesn’t own the street, and I can park anywhere I damn well please, because I’m totally fuckin’ nice, people.
But yesterday, it happened again, but with a different whiny neighbor, and I don’t think she’s going to offer up an apology to me anytime soon.
I had parked across the street from the nanny share house, which is across the street and two houses down from this bitchy woman, who I assume has many, many cats. I was putting the Spawn in the car when the woman shouted at me from across the street.
Her: “Excuse me! Can you not park in front of my house?”
Me: “I’m not parked in front of your house.”
Her: “You’ve parked your car in front of my house before, and I really need my spot.”
Me: “I usually park over here, and it’s for only 5 minutes.”
Her: “No, you’ve parked in front of my house! Can you not park here?”
Me: “Sure.” [rolls eyes and makes mental note to definitely park there, because fuck her]
Now, I’m not some mommy-asshole who’s like, “I have precious cargo so I can park wherever I want.” I’m legally parked on a public street. I’m not blocking a driveway. I’m not double parked. I’m not leaving my car parked there overnight. Hell, I don’t leave my car there more than 10 minutes.
Look, I understand. Parking is precious in San Francisco. I get it. I live in a house in Glen Park. I don’t live very far from the Glen Park Bart station, so people park in front of my house all the time. But, you know what? I don’t bitch at them. You know why? Because I don’t own the fuckin’ street! People are allowed to park there. If I come home and someone is parked in front of my house, I just park elsewhere. Oh, and by the way, these women bitching at me — they have garages!
The street I’m parking on to drop off the kid is a public street in a residential area. It’s not even permit parking. Yet, twice, neighbors have come up to me and told me not to park where I’m parked. I can’t park anywhere on that street without being in front of someone’s house, so — seriously — get the over it, ladies.