Mr. Hawthorne and I
have had issues
with the Hawthorne boys
and their parking preferences.
We have an ample parking lot.
There's a hard parking pad
that extends across the front
and the rest is mulched and hard-packed
back to the grass and garden area.
If you drive in that area
and
park on the diagonal
you can get at least 6 cars in -
not 2 parallel-parked.
Daughter Hawthorne and I GET this.
The Hawthorne Males do not.
Other males who come over don't get it.
Other females who come over get it.
Anyways,
I digress.
Back to Youngest Hawthorne's parking woes.
He doesn't want to park
"over there"
because his car is not 4-wheel drive
and he shouldn't be expected to drive
through "this crap" to park,
"this crap" being hard-packed mulch.
Plus, he tells us,
the only place he would park
is on the concrete pad in front,
blocking anyone else's access.
But then he found out there was a power line
overhead
and all the birds crapped on his car.
So he always parks at the very end
of an empty driveway.
Whenever Mr. H. and I come back home,
YH's car is blocking our entry.
We have constantly told him,
"Do NOT park in the driveway."
Heh heh heh.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Poor Youngest Hawthorne.
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