The first time I saw a dibs marker I thought for sure it was joke.
I moved to Chicago in the month of January and we were hit with a decent snowstorm just after. I came home one night to find a milk crate sitting in an open parking spot. “Nice try,” I thought.
Nope. It was real. Needless to say the owner of said milk crate wasn’t very happy with me the next day.
Having not grown up in Chicago, I have to say this is one of the strangest traditions this city has. I’ve lived all over and so I recognize that each area of the country has it’s own little quirks, and I even understand this one to some degree. But it always gets out of hand. Sure, mark your freshly shoveled spot for first day or two after a big storm. Maybe three days if it’s particularly biblical. But to still be throwing junk out in the street to claim your parking spot more than a week after a big snow is ridiculous.
So the other day when I was driving back to the office and I happened upon a neighborhood still littered with dibs markers I had to stop.
