Saturday morning, I found a note (pictured here -- sorry, it was rained on before I got the photo.) taped to the window of my car.
"Drivers you need to park at your house!" The end of the note is underlined in red pencil, I suppose for emphasis.
The whole thing amuses me. Friday night, as I'm sure you all know, was Bike Night.
This would be my third Bike Night as a downtown resident, living just two blocks from Continental Square. So I've come to expect a few things on that night.
First: There will be no parking near my apartment building. I'll have to drive around and around to find parking anywhere.
Second: I will not be able to take my normal route home from work, because I leave West Manchester Township at 6 p.m., right when the bike parade starts. If I take Roosevelt Avenue, I will smack right into the parade.
(To be clear, I'm not trying to complain about the above things. I know it's going to happen, and I accept it as a part of living where I live.)
"Drivers you need to park at your house!" The end of the note is underlined in red pencil, I suppose for emphasis.
The whole thing amuses me. Friday night, as I'm sure you all know, was Bike Night.
This would be my third Bike Night as a downtown resident, living just two blocks from Continental Square. So I've come to expect a few things on that night.
First: There will be no parking near my apartment building. I'll have to drive around and around to find parking anywhere.
Second: I will not be able to take my normal route home from work, because I leave West Manchester Township at 6 p.m., right when the bike parade starts. If I take Roosevelt Avenue, I will smack right into the parade.
(To be clear, I'm not trying to complain about the above things. I know it's going to happen, and I accept it as a part of living where I live.)
So, I was prepared for all of this when I left work Friday night. I
wound my way around the parade route and headed down Queen Street. Not
surprisingly, all of the parking meters near my building were taken. So
I kept driving and was actually surprised to find a spot in the 200
block of King Street, which is unmetered. (Usually I have to park
farther away.)
I parked, walked home and made a mental note to watch for spaces to open, so I could move the car back. Well, they didn't open, on the east side of the street anyway. It was also streetsweeping night, so parking on the west side would've earned me a ticket come midnight. (That apparently didn't bother the cars I watched the streetsweeper swerve around come 12:15.)
So my car remained on King Street overnight, and that's evidently what earned me the note.
I don't understand how the writer knows where I live (unless they saw me walk home), but I also don't understand the logic. I mean, I'd prefer to park at my own home. But when there are thousands of people downtown for an event, I have to be flexible.
I parked, walked home and made a mental note to watch for spaces to open, so I could move the car back. Well, they didn't open, on the east side of the street anyway. It was also streetsweeping night, so parking on the west side would've earned me a ticket come midnight. (That apparently didn't bother the cars I watched the streetsweeper swerve around come 12:15.)
So my car remained on King Street overnight, and that's evidently what earned me the note.
I don't understand how the writer knows where I live (unless they saw me walk home), but I also don't understand the logic. I mean, I'd prefer to park at my own home. But when there are thousands of people downtown for an event, I have to be flexible.
As I quickly learned, as a newcomer to York several years ago,Yorkers are extremely territorial. As in IT'S MY STREET AND MY PARKING SPOT. Never mind that streets are public spaces and open to first come, first served! In that part of town, you're probably lucky only a note was left on your car. It could have been four flat tires or worse.