Pickuptrucksmanship, according to the bast- uh, gentleman I spoke with this morning, is what permits him to block our driveway and allowed Nate to park on the lawn last night. I contended that what Nate has is called "living here" and that what the guy has is called "getting a ticket."
It was a good answer that I wouldn't have thought of had a parking cop not just pulled up a few houses away. The guy made that "okayeee" sound my friend Rob used to make and tried to pull into a stranger's driveway just as the stranger was trying to leave.
I wasn't even parked in our driveway, and it would have been easier for Nate to maneuver across the sidewalk.
Sometimes I enjoy being a jerk.