There’s only one reason: it’s trash/recycle day.
I love early morning cardio exercise and I love instructing early morning classes. I like inspiring people and making them smile, helping them do something good for themselves before the helter-skelter of the day kicks in and reminding them to hold onto that good, healthy, energized feeling throughout the day.
But then I come home and find mountains of garbage bags from the house two doors down in my parking space. Grrrrr! The guys are contractors, renting the house out for an undetermined amount of time. They’ve already been asked once by the folks in the house between us to turn the radio down (not kidding, you could feel the bass in our house) There goes the neighborhood.
I can’t say I blame the guys though. It’s a workday morning, there’s an empty parking spot, let’s load it up! I thought that I might bang on their door and ream them out, or be an even bigger asshole and pile it all up behind their van, but then decided I could just park on the street and say something to them when I see them another time. How grownup of me.
“Hey, guys, I live in [house number]. I’m a fitness instructor and teach early morning classes and actually come back on Thursday mornings. Could I ask you to refrain from putting your trash in my spot? I’d appreciate it.”
That sounds bitchy and self righteous though. I don’t know. Suggestions?