i parked in the spot...
you know, the one right outside MY house, MY front door.
someone says:
OMG kassandra, did you get a car??
answer:
no, you know i'm lame and i'll be 50 by the time i get my own car. my oh so fab cuz went away for a week and lent me her wheels so that i can visit my oh so fab aunt who is kicking the b.u.t.t of the big B.C. (cancer). so that means the oh so fab wheels will be parked right in that spot so the evil, wicked, self centered, mean, hideous tax lady who lives across the street can't park there. HA TAX LADY, TAKE THAT. i will make sure i'm home at noon and 5pm so YOU can't park there.
ugh, yes, i know her hours. it's sickening. i know because every time she locks her car she beeps it. ya lady, right, go ahead, beep your car so everyone knows it's locked. considering we live a stone's throw away from a prestigious golf course and are surrounded by mercedes and bmw's etc i'm sure that the local criminals are just salivating to break into your dodge neon but when they hear that beep they just give up because they know it's locked.
i sit here cackling, surrounded by love and light.
i'm sorry, i know it's not nice but that lady really bugs me.
When you no longer have the car loan I really think you should start putting a chair there like they do in the city.
ReplyDeleteI think every neighborhood has a "natzi" lady......where we used to live we called her "miss picky about property" :P
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