So anyway…

Some months ago, I wrote about a woman who verbally abused me because she didn’t like the way I parked on the street. She basically thought I was too far into her driveway, and while I was close, I did get out and look before I left the car there, and I thought it would be sufficient. According to her, it wasn’t, and she proceeded to call me names, berate me, accuse me of all manner of evil, etc. No amount of sincere apology on my part would appease her. She was furious at the world, and decided I was a good enough substitute for the world.

I was quite shaken by that encounter. Being verbally abused by a stranger is not something that happens to me regularly and it was not pleasant. I have, since that time, avoided that woman’s house completely (not that I regularly parked there, though she did accuse me of “always” parking so as to block her driveway). I don’t even park on the same side of the street.

Today, I arrived to park the car and wait for time to get Miranda and to my shock and amazement, there was a car smashed into the front of this woman’s house. Where once there was a window and a wall, there was a pile of bricks, shattered glass, and a car shoved through the hole where the wall used to be. The damage, to say the least, was extensive.

While I try hard to avoid taking pleasure in the misfortune of others, I must admit, this seems to me to be a particularly satisfying turn of events. I mean, I’ll bet she was mighty unhappy about how THOSE people parked…

Photo taken with my phone, so pardon the rather poor quality. All identifying factors (street number, license information, etc.) removed. Click for larger image.