Loved your snarky article (June 13) regarding how crazily some Yukoners park their cars and trucks.
One doesn’t necessarily have to park and walk away in order to look foolish. Some just pause – like the well-fed blonde who routinely leaps from her car and takes numerous bags of trash from the back seat to toss into River’s Reach condos’ dumpster, or sometimes into senior housing’s trash bin, before hastily speeding away. Sort of an egalitarian “share the trash” gesture.
Nice blue-grey car, with a government license plate! Either the government should hire classier employees that don’t mooch on other people’s garbage subscriptions or perhaps they should pay their employees more so that they can afford to pay for their own garbage service.
I’m not just old; I am old fashioned and I iron everything – pillow cases, table napkins, T-shirts. But not dishtowels – I’m not that crazy. While my hands are busy and my mind is free, I have a great view from a fourth storey window looking out over people who do interesting things – things worth noting.
On July 1, a fellow with a shiny new black flatbed parked in my posted, private parking space and went away to do other things. I hope he had fun because when he came back he had to clean a full can of foo-foo whipped cream off his front window. Was he happy and relieved that I didn’t have him towed? I doubt it.
I learn lots of things while ironing things straight and tidy. I know the licence number of the man in the new red Toyota pickup who stole the large metal gate from Ketza’s stash. I know which of the Premier Cab company drivers regularly pulls in and tackily relieves himself along Millennial Trail. Women are perennially jealous because they lack the convenience of that.
Do I need to get a job because I have way too much time on my hands? Obviously! Are there folks in this town that need to clean up their act? Also, obviously so.