The neighbors across the street have sold their house and moved out. They had three cars, so two were parked in their driveway beside the house, and one was always parked on the street, the narrow street, right across from the end of my driveway. That made it a little difficult to turn into and back out of my driveway, but once I mastered it, it was no longer much of a problem for me.
The new guy has moved in. He has one car, so he parks in his driveway, and when his girlfriend visits she parks in the driveway behind him.
Suddenly the street is clear at the end of my driveway and it's easy to turn in, and suddenly my driveway is THE turnaround spot for the one-way street. Seven or eight cars and trucks pull into my driveway every day and back out to head out of the street. Well, seven or eight that I actually see. There are probably more. I'll be standing on the porch, in full view!, and people pull in and back out without even so much as eye contact.
It's really starting to piss me off. I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does. The end of the street is only seven houses further and there's a nice big turnaround there. These people are significantly increasing the traffic at the joint between my driveway and the curb which bothers me. Gonna break it down faster. Driveways aren't made for heavy traffic. But mainly it's the sheer arrogance that gets me. A wave when they do it would help.
This is so reminiscent of the mailbox at the country house. The guy across the street there had a trailer, and several times he hit my mailbox backing the trailer out of his driveway, bent it to where it wouldn't close, knocked it completely down twice, and never once acknowledged it.
Sometimes I hate people.
While I'm thinking of it, neighbor George's granddaughter (she's in her 40s I think) does something I don't quite understand. The street is narrow. If cars are parked on both sides, it's difficult for, say, a wide truck to get through, let alone traffic coming from both directions. There are no signs, but it seems to be convention that everyone parks on the east side of the street. No cars are ever parked on the west side. None except for George's granddaughter, that is. Not only does she park on the west side in front of George's house when she visits (often, she lives on the next street over), but she parks in front of the fire hydrant at the corner of my lawn. I mentioned it to Daughter, and she warned me not to say anything to the woman about it, "She's a bitch."
Does she really not see that she's blocking traffic? Does she not care? I don't understand.