Preston Center Dance Needs Traffic Monitor (or Someone to Throw Eggs at Cars Driven By Rude People)
If you have children enrolled at Preston Center Dance, you know parking can be tricky and the simple drop-off totally insane. Two reasons for the chaos:
- Moms totally halt traffic flow by coming to a stop in the street for drop off, making it almost impossible to get around them without heading into oncoming traffic. This also puts the super self-centered driver behind cars parked legally, blocking them from backing out. Some of those moms even linger while they visit with friends.
- It is common practice to use the curve along curb in the lot next to the studio for drop off becuase there is direct access to the sidewalk leading to the front door. Cars generally line up to let kids out there, it’s kind of an unofficial queue lane. However, lately a few moms have turned that area into a parking space, taking away the only safe place for a quick drop off.
But the other day I was in luck because with only one car in front of me, I saw two spots side by side. Cha. Ching. All those suckas behind me wish they were 30 seconds earlier to this good fortune. The car ahead gets one, I get the other, right? Well, it would have worked that way if she hadn’t used both spaces. I don’t make this stuff up, people. She parked over the white line, got out of her car, and went inside. True. Story.
Ugh! That makes me want to open and close my car door a few times IJS
I was very tempted to open my door forcefully when a car pulled up with less than 2 inches between our cars, but when I saw that the driver was a teenaged brother picking up from dance, I decided to give him a break. Poor kid shouldn’t have to face dance carpool as a minor. He also pulled up that close when there wasn’t even a car on the other side, perhaps a few more driving lessons would be in order.
Usually I can handle these automotive insults fairly well, but every so often, I flip out and feel compelled to confront the offender with the heinous nature of their crime. This would have been one of those times, for sure. I’m surprised you didn’t follow her in and holler at her in the lobby; I swear I would have.
Other than throwing eggs, I’d say a couple of banana’s in the old tailpipe will have her and her mechanic in a tizzy, not to mention the tow bill and leaving her stranded (as much as you can be stranded in HP).
Wait, I thought all of us in HP were entitled to everything we want? Oh, damn. I’ll tell my driver to be more polite then.
good job calling the inconsiderate boobs out. Next time include the license plate.