We live on one of those out-of-the-way Roslindale streets that almost nobody drives on unless they either live here or on one of the even smaller side streets off of it. And since it's all single and two-family homes with driveways, there aren't any parking problems. The only problem we do have is the road is two way, but isn't really wide enough for that, so people who do park in the street sometimes pull up on the sidewalk to keep their side mirrors from getting clipped (me, I'm grateful I now have a car with a side mirror you can fold flat; the old car had the mirror ripped off three or four times).
We NEVER see meter maids up here. Well, up until about 40 minutes ago, when a BTD van pulled up and parked on the wrong side of the road. Dour meter maid (hmm, are there any other kinds?) got out, promptly dashed out a ticket on her ticket gizmo for one of our neighbors, whose car is partly up on the sidewalk (which still had plenty of room for somebody to walk on). I saw her eying another neighbor's car across the street. Tried to beat her across, get the neighbor out, but either his bell doesn't work or he wasn't home. Another victory for the city coffers!
The meter maid looked around, didn't see any other nefarious evil doers afoot, got into her illegally parked van and zoomed off.