Not your personal taxi rank
Excuse me. Cheap as it is, I pay for that resident’s parking space. Look, see, there’s one of those purple permits in the window of my car. It’s even for the right zone. You, however, Mr ABC, think that being a taxi means you can park anywhere you like whenever it suits you, which includes in my residents parking spaces every bloody day.
You’re not just parking there, you’re actually winding that seat back in the Mondeo, reclining your miserable fat self and sleeping there. Oh, and if all the resident’s spaces are taken (by builders vans), you’re quite happy to just park on the double yellows by the crossing island, while the number 25 collides with the airport bus trying to negotiate around you.
Why not try and see it from other people’s perspective, i.e. not as a selfish, lazy idiot?
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