Back when times were simpler, Will Rogers recommended, “Buy land. They ain’t making any more of the stuff.”
These days we’re inching closer to making a frickin’ black hole, but we haven’t made a single dent in the creation of more land.
With the median price of a house in Los Angeles County currently at $440,000.00 and the average married couple bringing home $58,000.00 a year, is it any wonder that most Angelenos can’t afford to make the American Dream of home ownership a reality? In fact, many of L.A.’s poorest residents end up living with several families all under one roof, packed like sardines in a crushed tin box.
Yes, you heard it here first. The cost of housing in Los Angeles sucks.
But so do parking tards.
You know parking tards, right? They’re those palookas that for reasons unknown—perhaps a deep-seated anger towards the housing market?—feel it’s their God-given right to plant their vehicle on the street any way they damn well please.
Spotting parking tards is a favorite pastime here at L.A. Metblogs. Eagle-eyed authors have discovered that P-tards sometimes travel in three; sometimes they’re idiot savants; and sometimes their unscrupulous behavior can make even the most refined among us utter the single most offensive word ever devised by man.
Which is worse:
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Photo of Silver Lake’s Occidental Apartments, courtesy of you-are-here.com.
*** Bonus: Archival photography of history’s most famous parking tard.