My beloved and I have lived in this house for 17 years. But we live across from the Bozeman Brewing Company, an establishment that has been here maybe a decade (I don't clearly remember.) It's a bar. No bullshit. It's a bar. I have come to some resolution that dumbass bar patrons will be rude to my life. But I still have a problem when bar patrons block the driveway. Imagine yourself in that sad position. When my wife ghets home and finds the driveway blocked, she will unleash hell on the bar and its patrons. I don't blame her. Yet still, when I call the cops on those who act foolishly, I am somehow the bad guy.
Most problems are resolved without any conflict. I went to the bartenders, when it is not their job to keep people from being stupid, and it seemed to help. I'm done. When someone does the stupid, I act the role of calling the cops and take pictures of their car. Mostly, that works to get them moving their ass. Lately it hasn't. Most times anymore, neither effort has worked. The priveleged get to do whatever they want and fuck the area ... BEER! So, I call the cops.
When folk are from out-of-town, I am willing to cut them some slack. But the last several folk are from Bozeman, and they don't care ... until the police show up. Suddenly, they are apologetic and willing to admit thier wrong doing. I don't buy a word of it. All they've done is put my life at odds with the bar, the bar patrons. I hope that they have a moral center, but I'm pessimistic that my tires are safe or that my beloved's car won't be fussed with.
I really really hate living across from a bar.