I go to my friend's house today to help him out. We need to go pick up an engine, and drop it off in his garage. I park my car across the street in front of some guy's house. There's a t-bird with ghetto bling bling rims parked in front of his driveway (his daughter, I think) blocking the path. I park legally, within 18" from the curb, not blocking any access to/from his driveway (the ghetto ho took care of that).
I've been parked there maybe 15 minutes, we walk out to go get the motor, and I stop by my car to pick up some tools. As I'm closing the trunk, this slackjawed hick with half of his teeth missing, and half pleading for a quick death, comes up to me.
"Hey man, you can't park here. It's my spot."
me, not wanting issues from someone who's probably his own uncle, reply with "Do you want me to move my car?"
"Nah man, but that's my spot. It's in front of my house"
ok. now what? I offerred to move my car, he declined my offer, but he's being a [drunk] shit about it.
me: "Well, it's a public street. I'm legally parked and I am not obstructing any of your entry ways and access points"
pause. use of more than 1 syllable words apparently hinders his ability to process responses in a timely fashion.
him: "Well, uh... y'all gonna be parked here for long?"
me: "no, I'm going to pick up a motor, and I'm going to be gone by 8"
him: "Oh, well, y'all parked in mah spot. That's where I park my truck"
Ok, if he's here... and I'm not intoxicated... where's his truck? Oh, right. Not there.
me: "As I said, it's a public street, I'm going to be gone before 8pm anyway, and you don't have your truck here. I offerred to move my car, you declined, now you're giving me shit for parking there, yet you don't want me to move. Your call"
him: "oh, ok. I was worried you were going to leave it here overnight"
BFD! I've done it before, it's a ******* public street. I'm not sure if he was in drunked stupor or sober, I sure as hell couldn't tell. I also didn't know dumb redneck white trash lived in that decent of a neighborhood