Gladys down the block died three months ago

Gladys down the block died three months ago. And last night her kids auctioned off everything left in the house. I bet there were three hundred people there--surprised the heck out of me. At any rate, I walked out the front door at about 7:00 to check on the sprinklers, and somebody had parked right in front of my driveway. They'd completely blocked it--no way to get out. And--with that morning's "dropping-of-the-baby" incident still fresh in my mind--this disturbed me. If I needed to get out, there was no way to do it.

I went back inside, and Alice--who was even more scarred by the "dropping-of-the-baby" incident--told me to call a wrecker company to have it towed immediately. But being a nice guy, I decided instead to walk over to Gladys's and ask the auctioneer to announce that the car needed to be moved. Which I did, and he did.

Ten minutes later the car was still there. So I walked back and asked the auctioneer to announce that if it wasn't moved, it would be towed. As I was walking back home I heard him announce it, and by the time I got back to the house this guy was fast-walking towards the offending car with his keys in his hand. "Sorry about that", I called, "but you've got my driveway completely blocked. I can't get out."

He turned to me, and gave me the finger. Gave me the finger! Next time I'll follow Alice's advice and just have it towed.

Actually, I probably won't.

-Andy