Parking patrol

It's Friday, and I'm thinking parking vigilantism. As you do if you live in any sort of urban environment. 

I came by this from one of my best sources of weird stuff, UK Cop Humour.

Honestly, I thought about this the other morning when I was trying to pull into a parking space at the Cupertino Target. Someone had parked her Mom-mobile overlapping the passenger side line by about two feet, and obviously was either oblivious to it or didn’t think the markings were more than a suggested guideline with respect to her personally.

I wished I had some chalk with me. But anyone too obtuse to correct crap parking wouldn’t notice any additions to the groundwork.

But, there is something that I’ve been thinking about for a while—which also came into my Twitter feed a while ago from those merry UK Cop Humour folks:

At the time, I thought: cop shops should have this thing printed professionally, with the [insert condom brand here; as a former Bruin, I always like the idea of Trojans, because at least they’d be useful for something] attached. (Hey—a sponsorship opportunity!) Then sell them for a fundraiser. Seriously—they’d clean up.

I know I'd buy half a ream of them, and probably run through it in two months.

Even Target Mom would notice that stuck on her windscreen. And if she didn’t, her neighbors would when she parked in the driveway.

Of course—it’s already too late for her. But still.