The title of this post says it all, really.
This is not his car.
It is not his parents’ car, or his aunt’s car, or his grandfather’s car.
No one in his family owns this car.
Someone in our apartment complex does, and I’m thinking they wouldn’t be too happy if they had seen from their living room what I saw from mine.
And on a side note, he and his brothers have spent 4 hours a day for the past 2 weeks learning to rollerblade and they haven’t gotten any better. I don’t recall rollerblading being all that difficult.
Oh, and before you think I’m that creepy neighbor who takes photos of what goes on in the parking lot, let me remind you that my life is like Rear Window over here. Natural sunlight = open blinds = full view of the misbehavior. And it’s not just the rollerblading, they’re playing soccer now too. Soccer in the parking lot, when we have a HUGE MASSIVE FIELD directly across the street. So on Friday night when Boo asked them to not play so close to the cars, they moved 2 feet to their right. Which wouldn’t help under good circumstances but helped even less because they suck. How do I know they suck? Because 20 minutes later that same stupid soccer ball went bouncing off of my car.
I WILL be wandering over to have a chat with their parents soon. I hate being “that neighbor” but when I ask you not to play near my car and you bounce your soccer ball off of it…well, let’s just say I’ve seen the damage that a friendly game can do to a car. (And yes, Mo, I’m looking at you. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you dented the roof of a car with a whiffle ball from 50+ yards away.)