Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Driving Miss Brigid

We live in a 100+ year old Village in Chicagoland.  The streets are small, and most houses have tiny garages that exit to the alley. With a lot that has side yards with lots of space between we and neighbors plus a long driveway exiting to the street, we are a bit unusual (we think the original owner bought two lots for the space, then added the garage in the 50's or 60's).

The problem is, people don't consider that we have to get OUT of that driveway to a narrow street. After the giant four door 4 x 4 truck and I moved in after getting transferred to our office here, there were a couple of mornings I had to wait until the neighbors that park on the street left to get out. The house across and one down had been a  multi unit rental (basement, first floor, and second floor) after the previous single owner  retired and moved, putting it up for sale.  There were several parties living there with multiple vehicles. There's plenty of open space further down, but that entails driving further, even if it's not any further away from their door. I made sure everyone got homemade baked goods, an introduction to the bat truck and an explanation as to how much space I need to get out without whacking their vehicles.  Other than having to sometimes put out cones when someone had family member visiting on a weekend, everyone has been awesome.
But that house across and one door down has new owners - a family who is going to live in it with the exception of the tiny upstairs dormer rental, with multiple cars, including a new Ford truck that likely will NOT fit in their little garage.  With several cars there as their extended family helps get the house ready for final move in, some spending the night, it's been a bit crowded getting out.

Yesterday,  rather than consider the thought of going through THAT learning curve again and having to use leave because I am late to work - when I came home and the new owner and what looked like (from the resemblance) either adult sons or little brothers were standing outside waiting for a contractor (since it's been a rental, I'm sure there's a bit of work before it's move in ready) - I HAD A PLAN!
They spot cute redhead in big shiny black truck and all hold their stomachs in, smile and give a friendly "hello new neighbor" wave.  I waved back.

I normally back in - in one fluid movement, as it makes it easier to get out in the a.m. Having been a commercial pilot for many years, I can usually back that truck in very quickly and very efficiently, in one try (unlike the Reno airport in the snowy/icy winter where you just use differential power to SLIDE into the gate and hope you get it right).

Yesterday, while they all looked on, I deliberately took about 4 wide tries at it, less than gently stomping on the brakes, and on the last one deliberately taking the truck THROUGH the lawn (that will buff out) and intentionally almost hitting one of the spruce trees, before finally, getting the truck backed in with a screech of brakes.

Today, all the new neighbor's vehicles and those of their family were parked WELL down the street, away from my driveway.

My work here is done.

25 comments:

  1. Psyops at their finest! Well done! :)

    Merle

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  2. Well played my friend, well played!

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  3. Perfect, this gets filed away for the future.

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  4. Demonstrating, once again, that you have to speak in a language the natives understand.

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  5. Dang, wish I'd thought of that when I lived in the city! Course, I was driving an itsy bitsy Civic, and so it might not have been as effective!

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  6. Proving there is more than one way to communicate.

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  7. Playing the "female driver" card. Well done!!

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  8. ROFL Brigit's house... where science and politics make the proper impression on the new kids on the block.

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  9. Sitting in an airport with hours to kill, that brought a smile to my face. Well done.

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  10. Fair use of stereotypical mindset.

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  11. I knew redheads were sneaky. That proves it. Brava!

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  12. Thanks everyone for the nice comments! They're still parked a ways away. I'm sure they'll catch on to the fact I can park, but point will be taken. This truck needs a lot of room to maneuver in and out of a narrow drive and tiny street.

    And I'll bake them some bread and bring a pot of Guinness stew when they have their move in day. I just didn't want to deal with it at 5:00 am in the morning.

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  13. I laughed so hard I cried. My professor after hearing a similar tale that got me out of a ticket, said, "You are smart enough to be dumb."

    When I did craft shows, I had a 70s station wagon that was all beat up. One crafter did not want to let me out of the park on a sweltering August afternoon until he finished loading a trailer. I looked at the space between his new truck and a huge tree at the left of my car. Slowly, I said, "I think I can get through there." You should have seen how fast he moved that new truck.

    Good job.

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  14. May I say....that was WELL DONE Brovo Zulu!

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  15. Oh, that's GREAT!

    Our next door neighbors have both of their adult children, and their wives/kids, living with them.

    The total vehicle count for this one household is EIGHT.....makes for some interesting parking situations....

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  16. Well Played!!! ( * "cute redhead" for bonus points)

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