I don't know if anyone remembers the parking fail back in March (pictured, click here to see post), but Parking Dude had been really helpful with his suggestions.
I talked to one of the security guards (pardon me, "courtesy patrol") and tried to get them to get the car towed. Unfortunately, they were not allowed to call the towing company. He did tell me I was allowed to call the towing company that was advertised on the awnings for the resident's vehicles. They were supposed to be able to tow a car that violated parking.
So I called... FOUR TIMES! The first three times, I was told that our apartments were "too far away" so they probably wouldn't be able to get the car that night. REALLY?!! You contracted with this company and they are "too far away"? Get a fucking grip and a GPS an do your fucking job! I know you're sitting on your ass. This has been going on for MONTHS.
The fourth call finally gave me a little hope. The lady asked me if I was on "the list". "The list?" There's a list? I had no idea there was a list. Now I just need to go talk to my very awesome manager (VAM) and see about getting on this mysterious list. He occasionally parks in the handicapped parking space only because there are no spots left in the morning when he gets here. He doesn't want to park out of sight because he has had all four tires spiked. As soon as a spot opens up, he moves his car. If I happen to see his car parked there, a space open, and he hasn't noticed yet, I go in and give him grief, and he takes it in the good nature it is intended. He also madly loves my dog.
VAM wasn't in today, but great assistant manager was, and he knows my gripe about the handicapped parking space. He had no idea about any "list" either and thought they were full of shit.
Suddenly I saw this little light go on over his head, and he reaches in one of his desk drawers and pulls out a couple of parking violation stickers! The same kind the someone had stuck on my truck for parking in backwards when I was unloading my truck when I was moving in! OMG!!
If it wouldn't have been horribly awkward (he's gay and I'm nearly 50), I would have given him a hug!
GAM: "Do you think these might give them enough of a scare to stop them from parking there?"
HM:"Ummm, YEAH! Let's hope so!"
So this evening when I was sitting out by the pool (excellent wifi reception!), I heard one of the new residents complaining that someone was parked in her spot. Since I had met her a couple of weeks before, I offered to help and put one of the "scare" stickers on the window. I'll still send the information into the office so they know someone is parking in resident's spots. There are other spots for visitors. USE THEM. As for the handicapped violator, it was there AS USUAL, so I slapped the sticker on the window.
As I was leaving, one of the residents that I'd had a problem with because she had let her dog run loose had apparently seen me put the sticker on and got all shitty with me. What was I doing? I didn't have any right to do that! I was nothing but trouble! She was going to talk to VAM tomorrow because SHE KNEW HIM! Well lady, news flash. EVERYBODY knows him. He's the fucking manager and knows everybody. I did note however that her dogs WERE on leashes!.... baby steps!
The picture of the car was taken early in the morning before management gets there. They also park there after management leaves and on weekends when its only the office girl. I have looked and it is not a handicapped plate and they don't have a handicapped placard in their window, on their dash, or up in their visor. They are just lazy. I was out walking Endless one night and saw them unloading a bunch of camping equipment (and here I thought they might have changed their ways since I hadn't seen their car in the handicapped spot in so long!).