It's a Cul-de-Sac
OK...here's what drives (no pun intended) me crazy today.
I live on a cul-de-sac. A very short, dead end road that is clearly marked as you round the corner turning off of Cooper. Unfortunately I also reside in the very first house you come to. What I don't get is this; why all these people have to turn around in my driveway. All day and all night long, they are pulling in to turn around....the whole Damn street is a turn around! Drive a hundred more yards, make a U-ie, and stay out of my driveway!
I live on a cul-de-sac. A very short, dead end road that is clearly marked as you round the corner turning off of Cooper. Unfortunately I also reside in the very first house you come to. What I don't get is this; why all these people have to turn around in my driveway. All day and all night long, they are pulling in to turn around....the whole Damn street is a turn around! Drive a hundred more yards, make a U-ie, and stay out of my driveway!
You annoy me during the day when I'm sitting here starring out the window at you....my heart races just a bit wondering if you are here to bother me or just retrieving from which you came. Your headlights bother me at night shinning in my bedroom window. And in the summer time, the simple sound of your motor sets my three very large dogs off; one waking the baby and two making us, un-ass the seat we are comfortably relaxing in, to look out the window to see if someone is in fact here.
Maybe we should buy a gate.....
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