That's right. Right across my driveway.
Now, my wife and kids aren't home from work and daycare yet. And if this galoot is still there when they pull up, I'm going to have to go over to the market and find this idiot and have him move his car.My wife is going to be tired when she gets home, she's had a hard few days at work. My son is three, he can walk inside by himself. My daughter is 3 months old - she'll need to be carried.
And what if there's an emergency, and they need to get into the house quickly for some reason?
I started this blog in a humorous vein, but this one really, really pisses me off. It's a total lack of respect for me, the neighborhood, and common decency.
Key this car. Please.
Update - 6:15 PM: Well, Jenn got home, and the car was still there.
I went across the street to the market and hollered the license plate number and the situation.
I called the police, who said they'd send the next available cruiser. I stood outside near the car for a while, waiting for the moron to show up.
I chatted with my wife and next door neighbor for a few minutes (Hi Erica!). Then we all went inside to wait for the police... and sometime there the moron must have shown up and driven away, so my attempts to have them towed were for naught.
Guess I'll need to buy some caltrops to make sure they don't get away next time.
