I interpreted it as “asshole who’s obsessed with his car.” He’s taking up two spots and making absolutely sure that it’s perfectly placed so that no one else will touch it. Would make me want to t-bone the damn thing.
I agree, because he doesn’t follow the same ritual when parking his piece-of-shit van…
Joe
My apartment building had a couple of mysteries a few years back. My building is an old house divided up into 4 apartments: On the first floor was a retired husband and wife; the two apartments next to me on the second floor were single, middle-aged women who kept to themselves. The downstairs couple pulled me aside one day to ask if I was messing with the wreath they had on their door. It seems that someone kept taking it down. The first time it happened, it was laid on the floor by the door. The second time, it was put in the hall where the mailboxes were. The third time, it was hidden behind a large crock in the vestibule. As the youngest one there, they assumed that I might have been a crazy kid and behind the bizarre prank. The other women just didn’t seem like the type to do something so weird.
Later, I came home from my sister’s wedding to find men’s underwear on the steps to the second floor. Never found out who they belonged to, though the culprit must have been shamed by me drunkenly yelling about how foul that was in the hallway, because they were gone later that morning.
The other day, I saw them packing up a bunch of big black trash bags in the trunk of the car. I must assume that they’re taking it to the dump or just using a Dumpster somewhere.
A week ago, one of the phone companies dropped off copies of their yellow pages on every doorstep in my apartment complex. There are two mysteries associated with this:
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Some neighbors have just left the plastic-bagged books sitting on their doorsteps. I know they’re home, I see them come and go, stepping past the bag every time. Are they eventually going to get around to doing something about it, or just leave the bags there and hope they biodegrade?
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Other neighbors have placed their copy of the yellow pages on top of the complex mailbox. There is a large bin for junk mail right there–why didn’t they just toss it in there? Did they think that someone needed TWO copies of the yellow pages?
Oh, how I love discovering old threads like these!
Haven’t noticed anything strange in my current neighbourhood (yet), but when I was living with my parents there was this one house on the block, which all us kids in the neighbourhood didn’t want to go near out of fear: somewhat derelict with high, not-well-maintained fences with hedges growing around it as well.
When I was 15 years old I got a paper route that included that house. Don’t recall anything overtly strange about the house when I came round to collect (which was only for a little while, it’s a community paper that went free sometime during the 3 years I delivered it), I’d sometimes see the owner on his porch, petting his cats (he always had a few), when I’d deliver. He was an elderly, disheveled gentleman and my experiences delivering the paper put my mind at ease regarding my fear of the house, but it still had a “creepy” vibe to it.
Long after I stopped the paper route, shortly before I moved out of my parents’ place, there was a news story about a house fire on their block (wasn’t really news to me, as I could see the firetrucks on the street earlier in the day), at that house. The elderly man was OK (I remember a newspaper photo of him being given oxygen by the firefighters), but the news story mentioned a rather odd/grisly discovery in the house when they were fighting the fire - a freezer full of cats. Apparently, every time one of his dear cats passed on, he didn’t have the heart to bury it, so he would put it in the freezer.
Seems like my childhood fears were justified.
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Yes. For some people these days, the telephone book is an annoyance. They can Google whatever they want to look up or pull up the local directory’s website. So why bring a big book into your house to take up space and collect dust.
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Yes. People who don’t use the computer to look everything up like to have a phonebook close by, which might mean having two or three. Especially elderly people, so that they don’t have to go looking all over the place for a book and then lug it to wherever they want to use the phone. Also, I think people feel guilty about throwing something like that away, especially if there’s no easy way of recycling it.
This is a mystery in my house, too. Mr. Sali is home for a week, which may explain a ‘slight’ increase in laundry - but a full load a day? Is he stuffing his clean work clothes in the washer just to give me something to do? Why am I hauling a full basket of laundry upstairs every day? Where is it coming from???
There’s another house nearby where they have 7 cars in the driveway and only ever drive one of them. The others have sat there for so long that all the tires have deflated.
Why not sell them to Pick A Part for cash? Why?
My front yard has a lawn. Around the front door is red gravel. For the last five years I keep finding small, grey pebbles on my driveway. The only place in the heighborhood where there are grey rocks are in my neighbor’s yard across the street. He doesn’t have kids. The neighborhood doesn’t have kids. How are they getting across the street into my yard?
I have the theory that during the day, while I am at work, some little old lady walking her dog on the opposite side of the street stoops over, picks up a few pebbles, and throws them at my garage door out of hatred at the previous owners.