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I was hanging out with my friend Dave tonight, enjoying a late-night milkshake at Steak ‘n Shake. When we came back to his complex, we found that some dipshit had super-glued a note to my driver side window. Apparently it’s reserved parking. I haven’t visited that complex in 4 or 5 years, and there are no signs anywhere to denote resident & guest parking. Dave thought the spot I parked in was one of the guest spots. It’s a new thing, and they’ve changed the rules and assignments recently.

Thankfully the dipshit didn’t do anything permanent, but I have to question the logic of leaving a threatening note super-glued to someone’s car while, in the same note, confirming that tomorrow and every night thereafter the car in that same space will belong to the asshole responsible for the note. Leaving it tucked under the wiper blades would’ve been fine. Even a rude and threatening note left that way is acceptable to me. I was in the wrong, albeit unknowingly.

If Dave didn’t live there, I’d be tempted to go back next week and super-glue the same note to the car in that space with grammar and spelling corrections.

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