Imagine this scenario: You’ve schlepped back to Wellesley from a long day at work, probably suffered a commuter rail delay, and get back to your car nearby the Wellesley Farms train station. You then notice the following nastygram placed under your windshield wipers by a poetic anti-hero who goes by the name Boss Lady and apparently has a trusty dog for a sidekick.
Now we can only speculate about the details of this situation, which we hope will not escalate to Wellesley Police log level.
Apparently some commuter, looking to save a few bucks, has been parking on a nearby road (parking is $6 a day at the Farms lot and the beleaguered MBTA is about to jack up commuter rail fares by about 7%). As far as we could see, there were no “No Parking” signs along this road, though am unclear whether there might be any town rules prohibiting such parking.
Maybe the car operator has been biding time awaiting services of an outfit such as Boxcar, which has begun addressing the Wellesley Hills commuter rail station parking crunch by renting out nearby spaces from a church for commuters to use.
Either way, Boss Lady isn’t amused. Her poetic note begins with salty language and ends with a heart emoji, so this could go in either direction.
I’m reminded of a time that I parked before a Red Sox game, legally, on a street nearby the Eliot green line station in Newton. Upon my return I found one of the windshields bashed in on my stylin’ Dodge Colt — a “crumy hatchback” [sic] to use Boss Lady’s terminology. I do recall getting the hairy eyeball from some porch-dwelling neighbors on my walk to the station, while I smugly thought of how I might use my $5 or $6 in parking savings on a third of a Fenway beer. Anyway, I flagged down a police officer and showed him my car. I vaguely recall filing a report that he said wouldn’t amount to anything, but I vividly remember the cop telling me that I should just park in the lot next time.
We’re not suggesting the Wellesley situation is going to head down that road. But we’ll be interested to see just how powerful Boss Lady turns out to be.
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So Boss Lady called the cops and the offending car is still there in one piece at the end of the day…sounds like Boss Lady is in the wrong (and misusing her local law enforcement) and possibly a disgruntled person who needs to find something better to do than sticking her crappy prose on windshields. The stationary is also a bit telling of this parking vigilante’s personality too, I’m willing to bet.
Boss lady needs a privilege check. Is the “crummy hatchback” bringing down the property values of the homes that few in this world could dream of living in? How about some generosity? Too cheap to pay? For many that $140 dollars a month is precious.
Who exactly made “boss lady” the boss of “her” street? Someone needs to give this “lady” a reality check. I hope Wellesley PD sets her straight.