I’ve never had a driveway before, and I’ve discovered one irritating thing about it: people tend to use it to turn around in.
There I am, sitting in the living room, and a car pulls up into my driveway. There’s a twinge of excitement with the thought that someone — anyone — has come to visit me; although I can’t imagine who it might be other than one or two people I know here.
Then comes the realization that it is someone using my driveway as a convenient turnaround so that they can park on this side of the street.
That’s very disappointing. And makes me feel just let down enough to want to pull my car from its usual parking spot at the back of the house to close out near the street just to keep people from doing it.
Trust me, soon I will be an old man who yells at kids to stay off his lawn. If I’m not already that man, of course.
