Do pavement parkers make you fume?

I hate drivers who park on the pavement. Not all drivers, every time, though. If you live in a city in a narrow, traffic-choked street, sometimes, there’s no choice.
The ones I have a problem with are those who park anyoldhow because they’re too idle to waddle more than the absolute minimum between driver’s seat and destination. It happens daily, for instance, outside my son’s school.

For most of the day, the surrounding streets are quiet. Minutes can tick by between one car passing and the next. But at school opening and close, there’s a half-hour frenzy of kerbside jockeying, while a few drivers plonk all four wheels on the path, blocking parents’ and children’s eye-lines as they attempt to cross.
If they shifted 20 metres further from the school entrance, they’d have a choice of at-kerb space, safe and legal.

The school does what it can, issuing warnings, and the headmaster patrols, asking parents to park sensibly. The police have visited, too, and ticketed. But, within days, all is as it ever was. Whether at schools, outside hospitals, at shopping parades or outside work, the problem is there wherever people gather.

There’s no easy solution: but you and I can speak to the driver. I’ve done this: it won’t make you friends but, if you smile and keep it polite, not too many shout abuse. Some will take the point, others won’t care.

Try it, and let us know how you got on. Or, if you’ve got a way out of the problem, share it with us. Even if you just want to let off steam, post it here. We’d love to see pictures of crazy parking, too.