My Day
Yesterday morning I woke up an hour later than I normally do. One can conclude from this that I was going to be later for work. Managing to get up when I did, I had to sit and wait while my sister got my niece's ass in gear and got her finished in the bathroom so I could take a shower. This was not an easy thing to do, it never is.
So after setting a personal land speed record for getting ready in the morning, I walk outside to see our mailbox laying next to the garage. I figured that was pretty odd since last place I had seen it was nestled on a post at the end of the drive way. I then saw a rather large dent in it. Well I putting 2 and 2 together I realized someone took upon themselves to go postal slaying the previous night. As I drive through the neighborhood, I could see that we were not singled out. Very few had been spared in this onslaught.
Zipping to work in my usual fashion I flew in only about 20 minutes after 8. This caused me to have to parallel park which I never have to do since I usually arrive 20-25 of 8 and there are significantly less cars then. From then on my day was a normal as it gets.
After work I walked the block back to my car and turned the corner. My first thought was, "Where the fuck is my car?". What stood in front of me was clearly not my vehicle. Instead there sat a moving truck, right where I had been that morning. After a little investigation I come to find my car where I left it except it was now snuggly placed between the truck and the curb. There were mere inches between all the participates in this 3 way. I figured I was going to have to hang out in Carlisle a lot longer than I had wanted, but I was able to pull out with a little assisstance from a spotter and went on my merry way.
After I got home I found out that ours was not the only neighborhood struck in the crime wave, my dad was using both bathrooms just to keep up, and I had a small barking shadow for the rest of the night.
So after setting a personal land speed record for getting ready in the morning, I walk outside to see our mailbox laying next to the garage. I figured that was pretty odd since last place I had seen it was nestled on a post at the end of the drive way. I then saw a rather large dent in it. Well I putting 2 and 2 together I realized someone took upon themselves to go postal slaying the previous night. As I drive through the neighborhood, I could see that we were not singled out. Very few had been spared in this onslaught.
Zipping to work in my usual fashion I flew in only about 20 minutes after 8. This caused me to have to parallel park which I never have to do since I usually arrive 20-25 of 8 and there are significantly less cars then. From then on my day was a normal as it gets.
After work I walked the block back to my car and turned the corner. My first thought was, "Where the fuck is my car?". What stood in front of me was clearly not my vehicle. Instead there sat a moving truck, right where I had been that morning. After a little investigation I come to find my car where I left it except it was now snuggly placed between the truck and the curb. There were mere inches between all the participates in this 3 way. I figured I was going to have to hang out in Carlisle a lot longer than I had wanted, but I was able to pull out with a little assisstance from a spotter and went on my merry way.
After I got home I found out that ours was not the only neighborhood struck in the crime wave, my dad was using both bathrooms just to keep up, and I had a small barking shadow for the rest of the night.
posted by K-Dawg at 9:31 PM
1 Comments:
That has to be one of the scariest thoughts. "where the fuck is my car!"
AHH!
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