The politics are so fierce precisely because the stakes are so low.
—Dr. Arnold J. Mandell
As I'm walking out to my car I notice that it seems to be farther away than normal. Sure enough, taped to the driver's side window is the following note:
Next time you park here, your car will be towed
At least it wasn't one of those self-ahesive stickers the Condo Commandos use around here. I pull the note off and go to pop the trunk when I hear someone yelling at me.
“Is that your car?” It's coming from in front of my car, up somewhere. Sure enough, there's someone from a second floor porch yelling at me. “That's my spot you parked in!”
“I'm sorry!” I yell back.
“You're not allowed to park there. You don't park in handicapped spots, right?”
“I'm sorry! I must have parked in the wrong spot last night,” I said. I hop over to the next spot. “This is my spot. I must have parked here by mistake,” I say, putting the package I was carrying in the trunk and shutting it. The man on the porch was glaring at me. Even at 50' away, I could tell.
There was a second note under the wiper of my car as well. Said the same thing. Gotta love those Condo Commandos.