What is a girl to do? You live in a $40m apartmenton E 81st Street which naturally comes with a nice big underground garage of your very own, otherwise what is the point of paying that much for housing in NYC.
But then the neighbors screw it all up by insisting on actually using the 4 kirbside car parking spaces right in front of your very own garage doors thereby stopping you from being chauffeur driven in great style out of your garage onto the street.
So naturally you put up official but essentially fake no parking signs and paint the kirb yellow to underline the message of ‘DO NOT EVER STOP ME DRIVING OUT OF MY TERRIFIC UNDERGROUND GARAGE” or I will throw a Madonna fit.
Now obviously Madonna has never watched Sienfeld otherwise she would have known to never, ever get between a New Yorker and the closest kirbside parking spot to where they live otherwise there will be blood on the streets.
And do not ever stop someone actually driving down their own street or ditto blood etc etc, and Madonna had been ignoring that huge NYC unwritten rule also by getting a staff member to walk into the middle of the road and stop the traffic so their mistress could be chauffeur driven out of her garage.
Not a pretty picture is it. Poor Madge, doing the best she can but surrounded by horrible people. So then in act of mean hearted sabotage almost unheard of in the annals of NYC celebrity lifestyle history, the neighbors dobbed her into the Department of Transport who, horror of horrors listen to them and say it’s all got to go: the yellow line on the kirb, the fake no parking signs the lot.
So don’t invite Madonna anywhere folks because she can’t be chaurffeur driven out of her underground garage and so she has to stay home…permanently. Because when you have dissed your neighbors to this extent do not expect, ever to be able to get enough room to drive out of yourg arge again