Nothing says ‘Welcome home’ like a freshly planted ‘NO PARKING‘ sign facing your front door – complete with threats of clamping and citations of legal acts no one asked for! Installed less than 24 hours after I dared to … unload groceries.
Ah rural theatre. Featuring tractors, signs and sibling ego – on repeat.
Let me set the scene. I parked outside my own front door. You know, to unload groceries. Like a normal human being. Like someone who – wait for it – lives here under the terms of a legal will.
But no, not in Bully Yates Land. Apparently, existing peacefully is now an act of rebellion.
Cue the dramatic entrance: tractor engine roaring and the horn – oh the horn – held down like a toddler smashing piano keys or like he’s leading a parade. Until I moved my car. No conversation. No consideration. Just intimidation in diesel form! The message was clear: How dare you exist inconveniently in the space you are legally allowed too occupy.
The next day? Voila! A brand new ‘NO PARKING ‘sign installed directly across from my front door. Like a gift. A gift wrapped in control issues and topped with a sprinkle of legal jargon to make it look official.
Threats of clamping? Citing the ‘Occupiers Liability Act? Honestly, its giving
‘I Googled one legal phrase and now I am Judge Judy’.
Let’s be clear. I have the legal right to reside here. This includes access to my own damn door. I am not parking on a landing strip or in front of a fire hydrant – I am unloading groceries.
Lets talk about the absurdity here: instead of having a conversation I get signs and threats. And legal intimidation via laminated plastic.
So to whoever thought this sign was a good idea – thanks for the reminder. The blog practically writes itself.
Lesson of the day: Park with caution. Apparently what was a farm is now a military base.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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