Fold My Laundry Please

Our local library, in my humble opinion, has a major problem.  Parking.  Not that there’s not enough.  No, no, no.  There’s plenty.  In fact, the designated parking garage is rarely filled beyond 10% of capacity at any given time.  For starters, the entire garage is metered parking.  And all other places to park nearby all have signs posted saying "No Library Parking".  So they’re pretty much extorting money from you, 50 cents at a time. 

But an even bigger problem is the size of the parking spots.  They are tiny.  Infinitesimally so.  Actually, the whole state of Oregon seems to think that everyone drives a compact vehicle.  And the spaces at the library are small, even for compact cars.  And I drive a minivan.  As a result, I have to squeeze myself out of my door every time we go.  I try to make sure to leave a bit of space for the person to my right to get out, but some days that’s difficult at best.  Today was one of those days.  Only this time, someone took offense.

I found it stuck under my windshield wiper.  At first I thought, "Great!  Someone hit my car trying to get into/out of these miserably small spots and they left their insurance info."  Then I actually read the note.  For those of you who can’t read Crazy, allow me to interpret.  I’m fairly fluent, you see.  It says, "Next time watch how u park.  Someones Anger might get the best of of them and take it out on your van Badly  Have a nice Day" 

I can only assume the public school system failed this person miserably as the grammar in this note is atrocious, at best.  Also, if they had taken it out on my van badly, what would have happened?  I would have called the police, filed an insurance claim, and either gotten the car fixed or pocketed a nice little check depending on how the insurance handled it.  So really, the threat is poorly thought out.  I’m just glad we (Yes, we.  I had three of my precious little younglings with me at the time.) didn’t happen to come out while this charming little missive was being written.  Something tells me they would not have been shy about making a scene, whether or not there were children present. 

After we arrived at our next destination, I did a quick inspection of the van.  I did find a small scratch on the side that looks like someone hit me with their car door.  I wonder who could’ve done that? 

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