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Dude, Where's My Car?

Tonight we had yet another young person come anxiously to our door, asking, "Dude! Where's my car?" ... well, not exactly in those words, but that's the gist of it. See, our house is quite near the UCB campus, and so parking is extremely difficult. Hence, the residential neighborhoods all have permit parking, which requires you to have a little permit sticker on the window of your car to say it's okay for you to park there.

Of course, the people who get towed in front of our house don't seem to be people without permits parking during permit-required times. Instead, they seem to be people who block driveways. And, apparently, we have a neighbor who really doesn't like his/her driveway to be blocked.

The first time we had some poor soul come to our door because a car had gone missing, it was two young black guys who seemed absolutely convinced that we had been the ones to call the police to get their car towed. I tried to explain that we don't even have a car, and therefore could care less who parks where, and that anyway the driveway in question belongs to the building next door rather than us, but they didn't seem to believe me. It was my own damned fault for answering the doorbell at night, anyway, and then trying to help them find their car. No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

See, I'm a sucker. If the doorbell rings at night, I will quite often (though not always) go to check who it is, whereas Shannon will callously sit there on the couch, saying, "I'm not expecting anyone. So if it's anyone I know, I'd ask them what the hell they're doing here."

And we say that I'm the anti-social one. Sheesh.

Anyway, tonight's contestant on the "Dude Where's My Car?" show was a tiny little Asian girl. She came to the door and asked me, "Did you see a car right there?" and she gestured at the curb in front of our house. I replied, "No, I'm sorry, I didn't. But I did hear a tow-truck out here about 10 or 15 minutes ago." (It was easy to remember, because I had commented on all the flashing lights and said, "Geez! What's going on out there?") This announcement caused a flurry of anxiety and despair, and the arrival of a few more young Asian girls. The original girl (probably the car's owner) kept exclaiming, "Towed? Tow?" English wasn't her first language, but I got the impression that it was the concept that was giving her difficulty, more than the word. Her car was GONE?

Shannon and I ended up spending several minutes with these very nice and rather hysterical (well, one of them, anyway) girls at the doorway (never invite strangers into your home, boys and girls, even if they have had their car towed, especially if they have had their car towed and think it's your fault), giving them phone numbers for the towing company and etc. The poor kid didn't know her license plate number, so she just kept repeating the street where she'd last seen the car, and a general description. She didn't seem to be having a lot of luck, and kept being given different phone numbers to call, each of which again directed her somewhere else.

Eventually, the girl's friends decided that we had apparently given all the help we were going to provide, and so sort of dragged her away, still shouting the name of our street into her cell phone.

Poor kid. I hope she found her car. She seemed really concerned that this would "go on her record" or something, too. Poor kid. She could probably use some klonopin.

The moral to this story? Don't park blocking people's driveways.

Another moral to this story? Don't answer the doorbell unless you're willing to get involved in someone else's problems.

Yet another moral to this story? Don't ring our doorbell if Shannon is the only one home, unless you work for UPS and he's expecting you.

And even yet another moral to this story? Memorize your license plate number, ya morons.

And the final and most important moral to this story? I'm so glad we don't have a car.

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grifyn
Mar. 16th, 2004 11:37 pm (UTC)
Can I have a klonopin? ::wheedles::

For us, it's the fact that the people who actually pay rent in the apartment complex get ONE parking spot per apartment (never mind this is SoCal, where everyone has 2-3 cars per household, and is absolutely helpless without one). Our parking spot is near one of the covered walkways, so everyone who has groceries to bring in/someone to pick up/something to deliever feels they have a god-given right to park there or in the fire lane area right next to it. We used to have these handy "VIOLATION" stickers in bright orange that said a tow truck would be here within one hour, but apparently we're not allowed to give those out anymore. Now we just have to call a lot maintenance person, who might or might no be around, and he calls a tow truck... but only if it's in the fire lane. So... $1000 a month for rent, and they can't even enforce the parking or start a sticker system. I'm going to buy a pellet gun and start putting violaters' tires out.

Then THEY have to call a tow truck.
wolflady26
Mar. 17th, 2004 12:02 am (UTC)
This announcement caused a flurry of anxiety and despair, and the arrival of a few more young Asian girls.

I wish I had the ability to make an announcement that would cause a gaggle of young Asian girls to appear. That could be a useful talent, in many situations.
kimberly_a
Mar. 17th, 2004 12:16 am (UTC)
It was like magic, I tell ya. Magic!
wolflady26
Mar. 17th, 2004 01:32 am (UTC)
You ever play Teenagers from Outer Space? That's definitely a TFOS talent if I've ever heard of one :D
kimberly_a
Mar. 17th, 2004 01:46 am (UTC)
Hmm. No, I've never even heard of Teenagers from Outer Space. Though I may have met some.
wolflady26
Mar. 17th, 2004 02:59 am (UTC)
It is, in my opinion, one of the greatest pen-and-paper roleplaying games ever. Mostly because of its absolute refusal to take itself seriously.
tiashome
Mar. 17th, 2004 12:39 am (UTC)
You are so nice to help all those folks find their towed cars ;-) I can sympathize with them ...
And, apparently, we have a neighbor who really doesn't like his/her driveway to be blocked.
... but, if I were your neighbor, I'd be ticked off too.
I once lived next door to a family who seemed to have parties every weekend and their guests would park in our driveway and on our front lawn. It was horrible. They ruined many of my beautiful flower beds.

dreago
Mar. 17th, 2004 01:29 am (UTC)
Hey! This doesn't have anything to do with your post. But I'm writing my midterm and watching t.v. Guess what I watched? An episode of Inuyasha! It was interesting. I don't completly get it, but I got the gist. Not enough angst though.
kimberly_a
Mar. 17th, 2004 01:46 am (UTC)
Not enough angst though.

Heh. Heh. There's angst aplenty as the story goes on. The series starts out fluffy and grows increasingly dark.

I'm curious ... which episode did you watch? What was going on?
dreago
Mar. 18th, 2004 03:53 pm (UTC)
The one where Narugo's identity is revealed.
kimberly_a
Mar. 18th, 2004 06:32 pm (UTC)
Ah. I just watched that one again myself. He's the character who turns things increasingly dark, later on.
shannon_a
Mar. 17th, 2004 09:53 am (UTC)
And we say that I'm the anti-social one. Sheesh.

You are, my dear. I'm just unfriendly.
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