July 23, 2007

My vehicles, my driveway.

Well the powers that be decided to tear up the street in front of my house. Now I’m not talking about the severity of what they did to Richmond’s old street, but pretty bad. Well her street was gone, but mine you can’t pass through. They’ve closed the road due to the eight-foot deep in the middle of the road. It’s “L” shaped starting in my neighbors yard going almost all the way across the street and then running down the middle of the road for about 20 feet. They started working on it last week, and it looks like they may finally be finishing it up.

In the meantime we’ve had all this construction equipment parked outside our house. Which anyone that knows me realizes how hard it was for me to not want to go joy riding on the Excavator Saturday night when I got home and was a little “socially lubricated”. They probably didn’t leave the keys in it, but I know they left it unlocked. Mahn, I could have dug some big holes!

We’ve also had a lot of vehicles parked in front of our house and big trucks coming and going hauling away debris and bringing in fresh materials. I understand they are just doing their job and there was something seriously wrong with the storm drains, so I didn’t complain. It needed to be done, and is there really a good time for this?

I only had an issue once. I went to leave for work one morning and a tractor/trailer hauler was parked blocking my driveway. There was no way out either driving through my yard or the neighbors. Well not with out taking out some fences in the back yards. I walked up to the guy sitting in the cab and asked, “Hey, could I get you to move the truck just for a moment? I need to go to work and I can’t out.”

The guy shot back with, “Well you shouldn’t be parked there.”

Me, “Well, yea I should it’s my driveway. That’s were I park.”

Guy, “You should be parking on the side street. The city sent notice telling you.”

Me, (Starting to loose patience) “ No, no they didn’t. The only reason we knew this was going to happen is we saw someone painting lines on the road. And no I shouldn’t park on the street; it’s my driveway. I park in my driveway, not half a block away on another street.”

At this point some foreman/supervisor/engineer/person in charge walked up and asked if there was a problem. I explained my situation and the supervisor guy asked if I could wait until they finished unloading. Which I said that’s fine… I didn’t realize it was going to take them 25 minutes to finish, but as long as I got to work on time, I was okay.

Posted by Contagion in Stories about me. at July 23, 2007 07:18 PM | TrackBack

So should I be watching the headlines for "man steals excavator and joy rides through Rockford". *grin*

Posted by: Teresa at July 23, 2007 09:24 PM

I know someone who knows how to drive those things... Sticks. I wanted sooo bad to visit her at work with the boys. Can you imagine the fun????

Posted by: vw bug at July 24, 2007 05:10 AM

Hey, I might not know how to drive one of those, but Saturday night I "KNEW" how to drive it. It's because I can imagine the fun that I wanted to go for a joy ride.

Posted by: Contagion at July 24, 2007 06:20 AM

So, how long have you had this delusion that you own things? If the CITY wants to do something, anything, to any land, anywhere, they will -- no matter what you think or want.

Your driveway, right.

Posted by: Ogre at July 24, 2007 08:00 AM

"The city sent notice telling you.”

Sounds like the same notice I received telling us they were about to tear hell out of our backyard.

Came home, called Mr Weenie and asked if he knew why a backhoe was in our backyard.

Posted by: Quality Weenie at July 24, 2007 10:15 AM

I soooooo feel your pain.... I do. :(

Posted by: Richmond at July 25, 2007 06:30 PM