Another sweepless night in Savannah
Hello, Savannah!: Vera on the prowl
Yes that’s right, sweepless! Hello Savannah! I am back from my sabbatical, a bit older and just a bit more bitchy!
I will tell you, getting 20-foot long butch trucks and cars off of Barnard Street for sweep night has always been a chore. So finally, after living here for over seven years, all the SCAD students were out of town. The street was clear of all vehicles as far as the eye could see. Not a single vehicle was parked on the west side of Barnard Street. Finally I could rest easy; Barnard would get a good cleaning. People had finally read the no parking sweep signs.
I thought, “There must be a god.” As you all know, I find comedy in just about everything. Also a firm believer in Murphy’s Law! Whatever can go wrong will go wrong!
So I went to bed thinking that our street would finally get really cleaned. Wrong. Woke up, got out of bed and looked out the door. And to my dread, the street had not been swept while I slept. The street sweeper never showed up. I was apoplectic. Maybe called in sick, who fucking knows?
Called the city and I wanted to know what happened. Almost all the stars were aligned, so where was the sweeper guy? All the women who answered the city government’s phone could tell me was that her phone was ringing off the hook. People were wondering why the streets had not been cleaned! Well shit happens, don’t ya know.
So here comes next week’s street cleaning night. Go figure, two little crappy out-of-town cars are parked right in front of my house. I mean really, can’t those students read a sign? The sweeper person did the job, but they had to go around those two cars. I have one of those trees that just drops so much stuff for about 10 weeks. Not to mention all the tree nuts that the squirrels drop all over the sidewalk. They have super glue in them. Just a bitch to sweep. So just a huge amount of tree stuff to clean up. Anyway, neither car had a ticket on it. GRRRR!
The same thing happened the next week. Some little snot from California (a Cooper) parked in front of my house. And no ticket on it. I mean really. The two times in seven years that I forgot to move my car, I got tickets. $35.00 per ticket. That’s fair, but be consistent about the fines! So I slapped a note on the Cooper. “Move it bitch, totally sign posted.” A bit late but it felt good!
So how do I get the job of late night ticket writer? If the city can not slap a ticket on those cars, why should they care about moving them? It just ticks me off!
Chime in if you want to share about the lack of parking enforcement. Just love our city, but we have a few warts to deal with.
Until next time, keep prowling.
Barnard Street Tattler 