When I was a little kid if I were to do something backwards or in a dumb manner my German grandmother would ask me if I was a “oinschpiegel” (sp?).
Well, if she were alive today and saw this job of parking she would shake her head, smile, and then say to herself, “Oinschpiegels must live there.”
The sight of someone owning a BMW should be the first telltale sign of an oinschpiegel, then the parking the BMW halfway into the garage would be the second, and lastly the whole job of closing the garage door onto the the roof of the car rounds it out nicely.
Am I missing anything?
I wonder if she meant “Ein Spiegel”? Wait, no, I just looked it up to make sure, I thought a spiegel was the noun/person form of to play, meaning a player, but it’s actually mirror. Sorry, I didn’t not actually help with the German.
Boo.
Anyway, that’s how I prefer to park when I can find it.
the above comment is probably the worst comment i’ve ever read
I think she probably meant “Eulenspiegel,” a trickster figure who originated in 16th-century German folklore:
Whoops – the commenting system nuked my URL reference, but you can find it by Googling “Till Eulenspiegel,” which will bring up the Wikipedia entry.
Thanks Ronald. I read the wiki entry and that absolutely makes sense in contrast to when she would use the term.
This blog blows. We don’t want people like you in Bay Ridge, get out of our neighborhood. (I’m talking to the blogger, not the parker). Go back to Williamsburg or where ever you are from.
I don’t see what the confusion is. There’s probably something new in the garage. and I’m sure everyone who walks nearby can appreciate that he didn’t park on the sidewalk. Perhaps the door is closed to keep the weather out.
The most reasonable scenario would seem to be that the owner has materials stored in the garage, taking up about half of the space therein. However, they figured that this odd arrangement was still better than parking on the street.
Till Eulenspiegel was also the pseudonym of a character in Howard Chaykin’s cult classic comic book Amerikan Flagg. This was published well-before the advent of Google, so I had to look up the legendary figure in a big, heavy, tree-killing book. The Horror..!
Thanks Joe Schmoe – I actually grew up on that block and with the kids that grew up in that house – that family still lives there. If you’d like I could even show you where the many fights I had while growing up the smallest kid around were. One of them happened right there actually. The dents of ramming a bully’s head into the aluminum siding for the garage with the black door are still there. I then broke the kids nose into a bloody mess exactly where the car is parked. Take care my ignorant neighbor!
Ryan, there is nothing wrong with the garage door. They have junk in it, and they now park like that because of the many times people have complained about them parking across the entire sidewalk.
Marlon, you are most likely correct about the something being stored in the front have of the garage.