“Please don’t park here anymore, people people live here.” That’s what the hand-written note, sealed in a Ziploc bag said that was under my wiper blades tonight. I was legally parked on a public street for 80 minutes while attending a birthday party. You left the same note on at least one other car. I was parked across from a bar on Broadway and 70th.
Suck a dick.
Legal, whatever. It doesn’t excuse your out of state license plates.
“People people”? Remind me again, are they the luckiest people in the world? Hmmm…no that was “people who need people.” Maybe these are “really people who need parking.” Whatever, they aren’t entitled to park there any more than you are.
Place notes on porches of every house on block: “Please don’t live here anymore, people park here.”
hey, can’t complain about a free Ziploc
“People who think they are entitled to free street parking that all of our taxes pay for live here.”
Fixed that note for them.
Agreed.
Don’t live in the city if you expect private parking on a public street.
Fucking privileged Portlanders, find something else to get upset about. Always fucking complaining about others. A note in a bag so it didn’t get wet… hahahaha. Pussy