Don't Park on the Sidewalk

Meet Carleigh:

I have lived here for 1 year, first on 22nd and York, now on South Van Ness at 22 (hey, gotta keep up that semiannual move, how else am I gonna keep my credit score down?). And! I got a real, live, live-in boyfriend this time, helping make my CitiApartments-run apt a little closer to that deprecatingly deceptive adjective, affordable. HOWEVER, said boyfriend is blind. He’s hot, a 30-year-old hipster techie bay area kid, but he’s blind, which puts us into kind of a marginal category as far as young up and comers go. Oh well. At least we get to use the handicap placard.

But the real story here is about parking on the sidewalk. And walking our dog. And trying to walk a not-so-well-behaved young pooch with cars parked on the sidewalk and being blind. It’s no easy task and my boyfriend has sliced open his toe requiring 8 stitches, gotten the wind knocked out of him, lost his cane tip in a bumper, and been grabbed by a drunk Spanish-speaking guy trying to force him to walk around his car into the street.

Read on.

2 Responses to “Don't Park on the Sidewalk”

  1. Josh says:

    and if you see a car parked on the sidewalk, call DPT: 415-553-1200. Then 1 for English, 4 for more options and 3 for a car parked on the sidewalk! Just put it in your phone now, you’ll thank me later!

  2. Drew says:

    Yep, your boyfriend is very cute! I wish he was gay, but that’s okay, cuz I have a boyfriend anyway. Good luck with the parking thing though…