![]() 01/16/2015 at 07:44 • Filed to: Justice | ![]() | ![]() |
...but we had "reasons". As you can see by my excellent paint drawing, I have drawn my apartment building and it's associated cars. The 3 cars behind the building are resident cars. The long one, is "big bro truck". Big bro truck is owned by Mark. Mark is a cool dude, he collected my mail when I was gone, and I jump started his truck when it was dead, so we have a good relationship.
The other two cars in the back are owned by the people at the top. The woman is nice although I forget her name.
When we came home last night in addition to residents cars in the back, there was also car #2 and car #1. Me being car #3...I usually park where cars #1 and #2 are, since I live here and that's my spot.
Anyways when I came home and both cars #1 and #2 were here I went to visit the woman who lives at the top so we could move #2 and I could park in my space. The woman's boyfriend indicated he was car #1 and he had made sure to leave me enough room so I could park where #2 is, and they didn't know whose car #2 was. Very well. I knocked on Mark's door and noone came. There are other apartments, but I don't know the people in them and their doors are behind a locked door I don't have keys to.
So therefore I took car #3 (my 03 Cavalier rice rocket) and wedged ourself in between car #2 and the building. (correction: hedge). That my rear door was mere inches from #2's drivers door....was not my problem.
When we came back later, car #2 was gone. Guess they had to get in the passenger side. What a shame. WUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
![]() 01/16/2015 at 07:54 |
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Bwahahaha *applause*
![]() 01/16/2015 at 07:58 |
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I love doing that to people.
![]() 01/16/2015 at 07:59 |
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Thank you thank you *bows*
![]() 01/16/2015 at 08:00 |
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*Continues to applaud* ENCORE!
![]() 01/16/2015 at 08:05 |
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It was satisfying. MY HOUSE MY SPACE.
![]() 01/16/2015 at 08:23 |
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I do the same thing at work when people in the garage can't seem to fit their entire car in one spot. People must enjoy the gymnastic challenge of crawling in from their passenger side, or they'd learn to park.