Lying in Wait
The office next door to The Computer Store is the home office of some sort of sales team who sell drugs or legal aid or insurance or something. All I know is that half of their sales rep make a practice out of parking right out in front of The Computer Store in the fire lane rather than out in the parking lot. Talking to the individual reps in question gets a nice “Oh, I’m sorry, I won’t do that again” which is promptly forgotten. The pathetic thing about this is that the farthest spot in the parking lot is MAYBE 100 feet, and yet I can’t convince these morons to park in the actual parking spaces rather than blocking my front door and getting in the way.
After failing at the personal charm route, I decided to go with an appeal to authority and talk to the office manager. Same conversation as with her employees, and with the same results. Screw this, I’ll go to the top of the food chain. A quick phone call to my land-lord ended with my being forbidden to have the bastards towed without his consent. On each individual incident.
So I was left at an impasse and very annoyed. Until, on a completely unrelated note, a friend sent me a link to YouParkLikeAnAsshole.com. Well… unrelated in the sense that he didn’t know of my evil plans. I’ve since printed off 50 or so of the things and have yet to decide whether or not to include anyone else or to leave this as a solo mission. I mean, it’s tempting to involve minions, but at the same time, I’d like to keep any potential shit-storms that arise from this to myself. I’ll be posting on further developments as things progress.
Any chance of getting the police to do your dirty work? I don’t know quite how the law stands, but you could hardly be held responsible by the landlord if, say, someone you knew in college were to make a complaint to the authorities.
Having consulted with the land-lord, there is no official fire lane as such in the lot. Now, I’m not sure if that’s true if I were to contact the police and/or fire department. On the other hand, doing that sort of thing might put me in the land lord’s bad graces. Not to mention, the local constabulary has a rather hands-off policy regarding that sort of thing.
More updates as I have information…