Why I haven't missed apartment living

Two things about living in an apartment have recently started to bug me:  Parking spaces and the fitness room.

First, the fitness room:  It's a minor annoyance to me when I go to work out, but I've just become accustomed to holding my finger on the VOLUME down button until the decibel levels have dropped from something I could hear at my house back in Minnesota to what is a decent volume for a human being who hasn't subjected himself or herself to a lifetime of rock concerts, demolition, or working at the airport.  I've come to the conclusion that people don't understand that modern TVs come with support for closed-captioning so that you can simply read the dialogue rather than turn the volume up so you can hear it over a treadmill.

But I shouldn't be surprised. Other people at this apartment complex have some sort of learning disability.  For instance, there is the nimrod who is occupying 1-1/4 spaces in front of my building.  Apparently, it snowed here over the weekend while I was enjoying the benefits of my house's garage.  Apparently, the nimrod doesn't realize that three parking spaces could become the actual four that exist in front of the building if he would park a little closer to the snow bank.  I'm not saying he has to put his car right up next to it, but a little closer would be great.  Or he could let me park there, as I have no compunction about putting my vehicle right up against the snowbank.  Know why?  Because I back into the space.

UPDATE:  Someone else has taken the space.  And they backed in.  But they too are morons, as they left about a frickin' quarter mile on the passenger side of their car.  So now they are taking up even more of the adjacent parking space.  Not to disparage the town that's given me employment, but do Iowans learn to drive and park tractors and then assume everything else is the same size???