Stop kissing my bumper!

I love my neighborhood. There's so much going on. There's always people around, all kinds of people. I can walk to the grocery, bars, restaurants, Radio Shack (hey, you never know when you'll need a coaxial cable, right?), various dollar stores where they only speak Spanish, every fast food restaurant you could imagine except Taco Bell, and the liquor store delivers.

The only thing I dislike about my 'hood is the parking situation. I can't drive my car at night, because there won't be any place to park when I get home. I don't have a parking spot, so I'm at the whim of the god of street parking. I've had to park illegally overnight, and then get up really early to move the car before the parking enforcement comes around (they start around 7:30 am.)

So, while I can relate to someone having difficulty finding parking, I must say, I was appalled when I walked past my car last night. Someone had squeezed their car in front of mine in a spot that was simply too small. Instead of parallel parking, they had kind of diagonally parked so that the back end of the car was on the sidewalk. The front of their car was touching the car in front of them, and the back of the car was about 3 centimeters away from my front bumper. I have no idea how they got in there. I'm assuming it meant a lot of bumper "kisses," as Gemma calls them. I almost left them a note on their windshield, but then I wasn't sure what to say. Is "Don't park so close to me!" a valid concern? I'm not sure. I'll be interested to see if they have a ticket when I come home tonight.