
Yes, my faith in humanity is restored.
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<<NON ERRO>>Bigshankhank wrote:The world is a fucking wreck, but there is still sunshine in some places. Go outside and look for it.
There's a street festival in Philly every year a few blocks from where my parents live. Parking is very tight there normally, and the huge influx of people from all over the city end up parking illegally everywhere.Sisyphus wrote: I've moved cars out of the way (with my own car and some burning of rubber) to get out in the past; never had a cage park my bike in, though.
stiles wrote:There's a street festival in Philly every year a few blocks from where my parents live. Parking is very tight there normally, and the huge influx of people from all over the city end up parking illegally everywhere.
Mom and dad live in a townhouse on a tiny, narrow street (about 10 feet from curb to curb) and I came home one day to find a Cadillac on the sidewalk, blocking the garage door.
After an hour, I hooked up my 3/4 ton turbodiesel crewcab Dodge to the frame and dragged the car off the sidewalk, down the block and around the corner leaving it in a dirt lot by the railroad tracks.
When the people came back, they rang the doorbell:
"where's the car?"
"what car?"
"the one that was parked here"
"on the sidewalk, blocking our garage?"
"yeah"
"never saw it"
Epic, epic, win.stiles wrote:There's a street festival in Philly every year a few blocks from where my parents live. Parking is very tight there normally, and the huge influx of people from all over the city end up parking illegally everywhere.Sisyphus wrote: I've moved cars out of the way (with my own car and some burning of rubber) to get out in the past; never had a cage park my bike in, though.
Mom and dad live in a townhouse on a tiny, narrow street (about 10 feet from curb to curb) and I came home one day to find a Cadillac on the sidewalk, blocking the garage door.
After an hour, I hooked up my 3/4 ton turbodiesel crewcab Dodge to the frame and dragged the car off the sidewalk, down the block and around the corner leaving it in a dirt lot by the railroad tracks.
When the people came back, they rang the doorbell:
"where's the car?"
"what car?"
"the one that was parked here"
"on the sidewalk, blocking our garage?"
"yeah"
"never saw it"
Thirding the Emperor Towmaster siggy. That story was awesome and more reassurance that my faith in humanity is not wasted.piccini9 wrote:Stiles is my hero.
Emperer Towmaster indeed.