The Note on the Windshield: Grief, Cruelty, and a Parking Spot

My neighbor Marina. Not difficult, more like evil or insane. I have to see her every day. I’d like to give her last name but someone might retaliate for me who has excess anger. So we’ll leave it at that.

She’s got a huge thing about parking. Sits and watches for infractions and threatens to have cars towed as if some tow truck company is waiting for her to call and tow on private property. She has no job. This is part of her “work”. She watches things go on here like a deranged hawk.

I had guests at my condo for the Jewish mourning ritual (Shiva) of my son. Visitors come, the door is unlocked, they do not ring the bell (it is covered) and everyone wanting to visit can come to pay respects.

They bring food and drink. They sit, visit, eat, chat and console. They keep life buoyant as we are sinking. Or in my case they kept me grounded as I was floating away somewhere. Simply by being present. In my home they keep the grievers occupied until it’s time to go home.

Before the events, my nice neighbor, Mary put out an email before for all neighbors to be patient and generous to a possible parking mistakes wherever and when ever for two nights 4-8 pm. EVERYONE HERE HAS A GARAGE. We are talking about designated guest spots. We have general guest spots as well.

Marina answered the email: I have a better idea. Why doesn’t Cindy just tell her guests where to park? In a group email back!

Well, does anybody know who exactly will come to a Shiva, a wake, a memorial? And would that be something a grieving mother and her insiders would really want to or be able to spend time on during the visiting hours? Ever? No.

So…this MARINA, who is the resident nightmare and parking Nazi, Czar, Witch of this end of the condo units… who is typically the never-ending, loud-mouth, badgering bully at every open condo association meeting…

She puts these notes on all of the cars of the mourners and people paying respects who were improperly parked. (Parking is complicated and sparse; believe me I did my best)

After knowing I’ve suffered an unspeakable loss:

Leaves:

This, as an real life example. We don’t know how many other notes she left.

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