As summer winds down, Westporters snag as much beach time as they can.
Yesterday evening was a perfect time to sit, relax, and enjoy the sunset.
Alert “06880” reader Elise Russi wishes one couple that did had parked somewhere else.
“Just try maneuvering a 22-foot long surf ski around a BMW, and you’ll understand why this is getting old,” she says.
“People who pay a small boat/kayak rack license (which is extra with limited availability) need the boat ramp!”
That’s because, she says, boaters are required to launch from the ramp only, to avoid interfering with beachgoers or swimmers.
Spotted — and photographed — by JP Vellotti at Sunday’s Levitt Pavilion show:
Sometimes, “06880” readers find a way to excuse an “entitled parking” photo.
The brake slipped. There was no one else nearby. It was raining.
I can’t imagine any way anyone can defend this parking job though, in Colonial Green.
It’s deliberate. It’s aggressive.
And — of course — there was no handicap permit.
Yesterday morning, I posted a photo of an exceptionally entitled driver. He (or she) took up not 2 or 3, but 4 (!) spaces in the Trader Joe’s lot.
A couple of hours later, alert “06880” reader Mark Ames spotted this guy (or gal) doing the same:
I’m not sure if he (or she) was inspired by the other guy (or gal). Perhaps there’s just a new epidemic of snag-as-many-spots-as-you-can parking maneuvers.
I should mention: This was not in the Trader Joe’s lot.
It was across the street — behind CVS.
Yesterday evening, this was the scene at the Compo Beach boat launch:
With the BMW parked right — a foot or two next to the very clear “No Parking” sign — there’s no telling how many boaters were inconvenienced.
But hey. That’s their problem, right?
Yes, she parked here — right in the middle of the Starbucks lot — this morning.
Yes, she went inside.
No, she did not care who she inconvenienced.
Alert “06880” reader — and downtown employee — Susan Shuldman parked in the Baldwin lot today.
When she returned to her car, she saw this:
Her car is the dark blue one in the center, parked in the yellow spot, facing a similarly legally parked silver vehicle.
And there — 4 inches from Susan’s rear bumper — is another car.
Smack in the middle of the parking lot.
Susan called the police. When the officer arrived, he noticed that the illegally parked car was unlocked. The keys were in the console.
The cop moved the car into a vacant spot. Susan — finally — was on her way.
So this was not somebody who dashed into Serena & Lily to pick up a quick bedroom set or whatever. He (or she) was there for quite a while.
“I guess the driver thought they were being considerate by leaving the keys!” Susan says magnanimously.
I would add something here.
But there are no words.
… and I won’t even do it close, or straight.