For all of the members of the I Hate Reefers Club:
You ask, "Why do I have to listen to them?" "Why do they have to park next to me?" And other similar questions.
My answer is this: You eat, don't you? How in the hell are your groceries supposed to arrive at the market so you don't have to grow and harvest or slaughter them yourself? Do you like to eat? I know I do. Since I'm too lazy/busy/whatever to grow my own food, I will tolerate the guy hauling it and keeping it fresh or frozen so I won't get sick on it. Since he is providing a vital service and I don't feel like dying because he's too tired to be driving, but he couldn't stop for rest because of all the bitchers, I do believe I will let him park next to me without complaint. I might grumble about a particularly aged and loud unit, but I won't be griping at him, giving him dirty looks or making him feel unwelcome. If I find his reefer engine to be intolerably obnoxious, I will move.