Thursday, May 22, 2008

AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Imagine my utter joy and surprise this morning
when I went out to get my newspaper and saw this.

What is this "this" you ask?
Why "this" is a random truck PARKED ON MY PROPERTY.



Now Middle Hawthorne has borrowed my truck to deliver furniture to Daughter Hawthorne's new digs in Greenville, so I'm left driving the jeep, which you see here in the front. Middle Hawthorne's Nissan is at the back left, and I have no keys for it. And there's the random truck parked in the back right BLOCKING ME IN.
The truck is parked on MY PROPERTY and I am BLOCKED IN and have no way to GET OUT.
I called the sheriff's office and they said they'd send an occifer out and I could call a towing service and have the truck removed at the owner's expense.


In the meantime, Mr. Hawthorne, ever the peacemaker, has called the neighbor two doors over and has ascertained that the truck in question belongs to FranktheFuck's son.

So why the hell is it parked on MY PROPERTY?

Seems he was backing out of his driveway and the brakes or something locked up and apparently MY PROPERTY was the only place he could leave his truck. WTF?

Then a sheriff's deputy called me back and asked what the problem was. Both Mr. Hawthorne and I were on the phone with him.
Mr. Hawthorne: "Why, deputy, there's no problem."
Me: "Well, there IS a problem but you don't need to come out."
Mr. Hawthorne: "Wifey is just a tad upset."
Me: "I'm more than a tad upset. Apparently my neighbor thinks it's perfectly OK to park on my property and block me in. I guess I shouldn't be surprised since when he was building his house he thought it perfectly acceptable to have all his workmen block my driveway and park on my property and block the entire cul-de-sac."
Deputy: (Laughing) So everything's OK, then?"
Me: Hell no, but you don't need to come out.
Deputy: Laughs.
Now the sheriff's office thinks I'm one crazy bitch.

And guess what?
They would be correct.



A couple of hours later, F-the-F himself is removing his son's truck.

This just set my whole day off on the wrong foot.
Don't you just hate it when that happens?

7 comments:

Lane said...

I don't think its that big of a deal. Does F-the-F know you have a blog?

Anonymous said...

Yo Rosie, you really need to take a chill pill or something. Are your fingers broken and you couldn't call? Nope, didn't think so, since you found it more fun to call the sheriff. Are your legs broken and you couldn't walk next door? Maybe you're just too tired from being such a bitch.
So very f-ing sorry I ruined your day by parking my f-ing truck in your f-ing yard. But my guess is you'd have found another reason to be a bitch, so you should be thanking me. I made it easy for you today.
Sincerely,
F-the-F's son

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Dear F-the-F's son,
I didn't know it was your truck, so I didn't know who to call. Don't you think you should have called me to let me know it was your truck on my property? That would have been the proper thing to do. Oh, and here's a heads up : Yes, whenever I see a random vehicle parked on my property blocking me in, I will be calling the sheriff and I will have it towed. Have a nice day.
Love, Rosie

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Oh, and Lane, when somebody parks in front of your driveway and blocks your car in, then it might become more of a big deal to you. Just sayin'.

Anonymous said...

Yikes, Rosie, that's some asshat neighbor you have there. He parked in YOUR driveway. It was up to him to either leave a note or knock on your door. What a sense of entitlement he must have to expect YOU to figure out who in the hell parked in your driveway (which I can't figure out why he went in your driveway, anyway).

Rosie Hawthorne said...

Thank you, notmuchofacook .

Unknown said...

Well, I just know any time I've left a stalled-out car in the middle of a major road after leaving a bar where I was drinking underage, I had the manners to at least walk back to the bar and alert the cops and have them help me with the siutation. And that did happen in my youth... twice. And both times the nice cops had some help me push my car into a parking lot and then drove me home (both times, with the cop asking me to tell him how his son was REALLY doing in English class, lol).

It's all about class and manners, ya know.