Sunday, December 20, 2009

Dude, Where's My Car? Oh, under that white stuff.

Dude, Where's My Car

Enjoying yourselves, Baltimore? I was hiding in the house, playing dead, knowing my neighbors would shovel the sidewalk in front if I play my cards right. Which apparently I did, because the front was clear. But what about the cars? Dear Neighbors, my cars are not going to clear a path for themselves, you know!

So the whole block is clear, apart from one house. When it comes to that particular house, though, all you need to do is tell them there's some heroin at the bottom of the snow and they'll be outside digging. Otherwise, they'll be out of the house the next time they get arrested, thank you very much.

Another problem with my block is that there are too many self-assigned Block-Sheriffs. Everyone is telling me what I'm doing wrong when I shovel my car out. Just because in the process I covered my neighbor's car with snow? And another neighbor says she's really proud of everyone who worked so hard.

Thanks, I guess.

3 comments:

MommyK said...

Make sure you get your lawn chair out now. You know, to save the spot you dig out wrong. :)

Wolfbernz said...

I just use my tractor and push everything out of the way...LOL
I guess on the Eastern Shore we can get away with that.

Merry Christmas
PS I just watched that movie again!

OM said...

MommyK, honestly, my car is stronger than my neighbors' lawn chairs, so I don't mind losing my spot.

Anonymous, I actually heard someone say that today. But that would involve thinking ahead, which is not something I ever want to be caught doing.

Wolfbernz, Merry Christmas. I actually gave that movie 5 stars on Netflix because I love it. I consider it the modern-day Odyssey. Something like that. Netflix has been looking at me funny ever since.

Claude, for a second our block was a real ideal America the beautiful. People were helping each other, careful not to wake up the junkies. I gave my shovel to a guy who didn't even live there and told him to leave it on my porch. Another guy gave me his broomstick to dust off my car. But it didn't last long. A couple of hours later a neighbor gave me a finger because I didn't see her when I was pulling up. And of course I checked on the guy with my shovel every few seconds. And the junkies woke up, which means I now have a Giant shopping cart in front of my house (they use those as moving trucks after they hit each other).

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