“Let me park in this bush–”

OK, shade. I get it.

Still….

Gang’s all here!

Morning, New Year’s Day. The weekend neighbors have crammed five cars inside their fence.

The brown rectangle to the right perhaps indicates the pozo negro, or septic tank, so it’s understandable one might not choose to park on top of it. But why not park on the lawn outside the fence?

Worried about New Year’s Eve fireworks? Well, there are some, but they’ve diminished significantly in recent years.

No, I think the real reason is simple: they’re city people.

Nowhere near as noisy as in years past, so no complaints. Just curious.

About parking…

Since I so enjoy posting about bad parking, I thought I should share with you a recent example of my own skilz.

Make it make sense.

Parking places 1 and 2 are my favorites at Tienda Inglesa, for what should be an obvious reason. Today I pulled into 1. As I did, the car in 2 pulled out. 3 was also empty.

A silver car then chose to park in one of the two empty places. Can you guess which it was? (Uruguayan driver answers only.)

Let your imagination go wild

It’s fun to extrapolate: what might other aspects of this person’s life look like? Yard? Kitchen drawers? Closets? Note that there are no apparent dents in the vehicle, so that’s something.

I’ll say no more.