Alley Etiquette

There's a peculiar dance that happens every day in the alley behind my apartment building. It's a pretty narrow alley and there's no room for more than one car to drive at a time. This being LA, where cars are a mix of necessity/prized possession/vanitymobile and everyone pretty much leaves for and returns from work at the same time, there's frequently a conflict over right-of-way. Most people are pretty polite about it. The accepted etiquette goes as follows:

--if you're pulling into the alley from the street, particularly from the end that's as steep as a rollercoaster, you have right of way and the other car must pull over to let you by.

--if you're in the alley and someone pulls out in front of you, right of way depends on who has the most space to get by. If the other person has no space, they must wait for you, and vice versa.

--if you try to pull into the alley while another car is exiting, you're a jerk.

--if you park a truck in the alley and block all traffic, you're the antichrist and many people will leave you nasty notes on your windshield. The same applies to cars whose owners allow the car alarm go off for more than 10 seconds.

All of the above is null and void if the ubiquitous garbage trucks are hogging the alley, which is pretty much every morning around the time everyone is trying to leave for work. There are maybe 16 buildings that back onto our alley and every single one of them contracted with a different trash service (or so it seems, judging from the frequency with which the trash trucks go booming by).

In the lovely and extremely apt words of Jason Falkner:
"Garbage man, oh garbage man, why won't you leave my street?
How can this street possibly excrete this much trash seven days a week?"

Can you tell he lives in Hollywood?