A plea to Panera: Get the truck out of there
27 02 2008I’ve been known to get cranky, along with others, about the curious cluelessness some people exhibit in how they drive (headlights off in inclement weather, which is a state law violation, or dim bulbs at dawn and dusk, so the vehicle is barely visible until it’s on top of you, perhaps literally). There’s also the parking porkers who illegally occupy handicap spaces or lazily hog two spaces, often because, for reasons unknown, they backed in, which takes longer and is harder to execute than head-in parking. Go figure.).
Then there are those health nuts at some fitness centers who create their own space close to the building so they don’t have to walk a few extra steps from the many open spaces further back in the parking lot, even though they’re about to run a couple of miles on a treadmill and perhaps pump some iron. After all, you don’t want to overdo it by parking in the same marked spaces the rest of us overweight peons sheepishly pull into. We need the exercise; you only need a sense of civility.
I thought maybe I was overdoing it when I muttered to myself as I came upon an 18-wheeler totally barricading my side of the road while moored at the delivery bay in back of Panera Bread on Maple Hill Street in Yorktown, just up the road from the Post Office. To get around the truck’s cab, you’re forced to veer into the other lane, but a sharp bend in the road makes it impossible to see oncoming vehicles. OK, I figured, how often is that truck here anyhow, and the street is not a main thoroughfare. So I got past it as soon as I passed the truck, unscathed. Whatever, I figured — the road is lightly traveled, and maybe I worry too much about the annoyances of everyday life that are arrayed against us like so many muskets at a Revolutionary War re-enactment. They look foreboding close up, but in reality, nobody’s about to get hurt. Live and let live. Live and let go.
Wouldn’t you know it, though, that a couple of days later, I got a phone call from a Yorktowner complaining vociferously about the exact same thing. Whaddya know? I guess he takes those muskets seriously too. This no-nonsense fellow even called the police department, twice, but does not know if they followed up on his complaint. He only knows that truck keeps on truckin’, and keeps on stickin’ its nose way too far out into the road where it doesn’t belong.
Please, Panera, do something as soon as possible. That size truck is not practical for that location. Let’s not wait for an accident to happen.
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