I was working from home today and the dog started barking like crazy. I looked out the back window and saw a car turning around. It wasn’t turning around near the road, but had fully pulled INTO my driveway and THEN turned around. That’s kinda weird, because I have kids and they could’ve been playing in the driveway. But, whatever. A minute later, I saw the car trying to make a turn onto my road, so I figured all was well.
THEN…I looked outside again AND THE CAR WAS PARKED IN MY DRIVEWAY!!!!!! No driver inside — NOTHING! They didn’t knock on the door to let us know what they were doing. There was no quick note written and put on their windshield explaining where they were. My neighbor is 100 years old (no shit) and I figured the driver was probably visiting, or something, but, no actual confirmation.
Now, this is the best part, they were parked in the MIDDLE of my FUCKING DRIVEWAY!!!! So much so, that if I’d had to leave, I would have had to hunt them down. Not like Dick Cheney hunting a friend, hunt, but — you know — FIND them. Luckily, after about 20 minutes, they left.
You gotta love Rhode Island. And when I say “love,” I mean, “Help me, Jesus.”