Student Parking
I have had a few automobile related incidents already this year. Nothing serious, just things that are out of the ordinary for me. The aspiring boy-racer in me has his outburst every now and again, but I consider myself to be very competant when it comes to driving. I'm cautious most of the time, courteous when I should be and bastard when it suits me.
The parking situation at varsity is a strange one. At the beginning of the year, all of the new students pitch up and commandeer all of the spaces. Granted much of this could be solved by more people car-pooling, but since not everyone lives together and not everyone has the same schedule, we'll have to suffer the consequences. Besides, midway into the year, the dropouts vacate their spaces and things carry on with a greater level of comfort.
What agitates me most, however, are the people who possess either no driving talent or no consideration. Those who park on the pavement will park skew enough will make it possible for only two vehicles to park in a three car space. I've often squeezed myself into a space and parked someone's door closed because the guy has positioned himself so badly. Even worse than that are the people who drop themselves in the middle of two bays (BMW's are unsurprisingly common often offenders). I've always toyed with the idea of writing a message with spit on their windows and pouring sand over it - I have too much respect to actually do it.
In student parking, there are aisle where cars are parked perpendicularly to the aisle. Rows of cars parked nose to nose. There is space between some of the aisles for a row of cars parked parallel to the aisle. Yesterday, like many times before, I parked just so. There is always space for the rest of the people to reverse out and be on their way. I did note a monsterously ugly Cheverolet parked across from me, but I knew there was enough space. Upon returning after lectures, I found all four of my tyres were let down. Luckily I have a small, cigarette-lighter compressor pump in my boot and I hooked it up. It took half an hour for all four tyres but I was pleased that it wasn't such a problem. While The tyres were inflating, a few people were also busy leaving. I was struck by how the Dutchmen would make their "funny" little comments and how English speakers would sumpathise. I found it interesting that one fat, dim-looking Afrikaaner who offered a lesson in parking, was parked at an almost right angle to the cars next to him. I was also witness to a misconception that power-steering makes a car turn more.
I'm drowning in assholes.
The parking situation at varsity is a strange one. At the beginning of the year, all of the new students pitch up and commandeer all of the spaces. Granted much of this could be solved by more people car-pooling, but since not everyone lives together and not everyone has the same schedule, we'll have to suffer the consequences. Besides, midway into the year, the dropouts vacate their spaces and things carry on with a greater level of comfort.
What agitates me most, however, are the people who possess either no driving talent or no consideration. Those who park on the pavement will park skew enough will make it possible for only two vehicles to park in a three car space. I've often squeezed myself into a space and parked someone's door closed because the guy has positioned himself so badly. Even worse than that are the people who drop themselves in the middle of two bays (BMW's are unsurprisingly common often offenders). I've always toyed with the idea of writing a message with spit on their windows and pouring sand over it - I have too much respect to actually do it.
In student parking, there are aisle where cars are parked perpendicularly to the aisle. Rows of cars parked nose to nose. There is space between some of the aisles for a row of cars parked parallel to the aisle. Yesterday, like many times before, I parked just so. There is always space for the rest of the people to reverse out and be on their way. I did note a monsterously ugly Cheverolet parked across from me, but I knew there was enough space. Upon returning after lectures, I found all four of my tyres were let down. Luckily I have a small, cigarette-lighter compressor pump in my boot and I hooked it up. It took half an hour for all four tyres but I was pleased that it wasn't such a problem. While The tyres were inflating, a few people were also busy leaving. I was struck by how the Dutchmen would make their "funny" little comments and how English speakers would sumpathise. I found it interesting that one fat, dim-looking Afrikaaner who offered a lesson in parking, was parked at an almost right angle to the cars next to him. I was also witness to a misconception that power-steering makes a car turn more.
I'm drowning in assholes.
At 07:56 Debaser mumbled incoherently.
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