I was late for work yesterday, because I had to wait for the tow truck to get the BMW out of our backyard. We’ve got 11 people living in our house right now – in 3 apartments, mind you – and at least 8 cars between us. So instead of a backyard, we’ve got a back lot, for parking. On Sunday, our upstairs neighbor came down to ask if the BMW out back was ours. Nope. Nobody upstairs, either. Our next-door neighbors? Don’t know anything about it.
So some random stranger came down our driveway, parked in our back lot, and left their car there. We thought about towing it, but decided to leave a note and let it go till morning. In the meantime, a few of us parked in the driveway.
Morning came, and the BMW was still there. So some random stranger came down our driveway, parked in our back lot, and left their car there – overnight. Sideways. They took up two parking spaces, by the way. Essentially, somebody left their car in our backyard for safe-keeping. What? Who does this? If we had any idea who it was, we would just ask them to move it. Since we didn’t, we had the car towed.
When we finally got on our way yesterday morning, we were surprised to see an old man inching his car (at about 20 mph) across six lanes of traffic – directly across – to get to Chick-Fil-A. We just kind of stared, dumbfounded.
I don’t know what is happening to the world, but I’m starting to think that car ownership is strongly associated with poor decision-making. I need to walk more places. ♦