My car smashed into the neighbor's dining room this morning..

It rolled out of my driveway, across the street, down their driveway and smashed into their bay window - while I was sitting at my computer in my office.

Somehow or another, the glass stayed intact, but the wall below it didn't.

And... I got a fricken ticket. Failure to secure my vehicle. Even though my emergency brake was set an my car was parked in my driveway, they HAVE to assign fault when there is property damage.

There was pounding on my door at 8:05 a.m. - it was the neighbor from across the street:

"I think your red car is in my kitchen!"

When I re-tell the story, this will be the part that makes me laugh.

I know it doesn't compare to hurricanes in any way. But, it was a pretty hosed up morning.

Oh, and some d'bag decided to smash in my van window on Saturday night while I was working. AND - it cost $24 to park that night! Stole my friend's jacket and briefcase.

So, that was my Monday. How was yours?

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's all I can say, except thank god no one is hurt!

That's messed up that you got a ticket! Did they do a real investigation? 'Cause I'm thinking that maybe your neighbor's car enticed you car into doing it...

There was some "car luvin'" - is that your theory? Could be... could be...

I'm totally off my game now. LOL - I really wanted to clean and organize a bit today. I'm sitting here at my desk with 5 cups, an empty soda can and a peanut butter jar in front of me. See... I need to clean.

Seattle really does have some crazy hills. I feel for you Doe. I am willing to bet my need to clean is bigger than yours though, so don't worry about it tonight. Snuggle up with your offspring in your favorite chair and kick back till the young are down. Then go enjoy a nice candle bubble bath and tell yourself you deserve it. After all everyone survived the day right?

Oh no! You poor thing, what a horrible Monday - and for your neighbour too, from the sound of things. Big hugs, and yes - get yourself some pampering.

Hope the rest of the week is far, far calmer....

I also apologise, profusely, for laughing at the "red car in dining room" bit. Really.

Some sentences - you just KNOW the instant you hear them - are once-in -a-lifetime.

So sorry for you to have such a terrible Monday Doe.

So sorry this all happened!!
Hugs!

All I can say is ---

I got a ticket, was waiting for me in my mailbox Monday morning!!! Evidentally one of our 4 kids let one of our dogs out before bed Sunday night and none of us knew she was outside (she's the most well behaved dog ever and refuses to bark or scratch the front door, she will just simply lay on the porch until someone opens the door). Well at 4am one of our kids woke us up and said "I think Milly is howling outside!" My husband got up, and sure enough she was on the porch. It got down to the 30's so I'm sure she was freezing (poor baby), so she finally was howling to get our attention. Well, she must have got the neighbors attention too, because someone called the cops. So my husband had to take off work this morning to appear in court and $140 later......he came home from court this morning and told the dog she needs to get a job! lol

That's crazy, Tina!!!! No one should get a ticket for that! And $140.00????

That's redonkulous....

Tina, that SUCKS!!! Some people are so nasty. You think the judge would have been sympathetic that a little dog snuck out and got cold. Poor little dog
:-(. Last year I got brought to court and fined $250. for putting my garbage out on the wrong night (they're very strict, it's a historical district where I live). My sister was visiting and put it out. The judge didn't care, he said "if I do it again" next time he'll charge me $500!!!! But the woman who did the same thing, two people before me, got off with a "warning" only. To top it off, they had the "evidence" in a plastic bag - my junk mailed covered with rotted food from the 95 degree heat, that the town inspector found, going through my garbage....the whole court was nothing but people fined for garbage...can you believe? The town inspector is famous as a you know what...plus years before I got him in trouble over a new addition inspection when I had a house. A week before the garbage incident, the landlord brought him to my apartment here, to do the usual "yearly inspection". I think he recognized me..co-incidence on the garbage? I think NOT. Now I'm "garbage paranoid" every time I put it out.

"I think your red car is in my kitchen".

I am glad nobody was harmed.
How is your car?

A GARBAGE STORY:
A tiny fence fell down between our neighbor's garage and our garage in our lane way in back of our house. I didn't notice right away. Some of our neighbors filled the empty space with old pots, pieces of concrete, "Yop" containers, etc.
I called the city. They sent a truck over to pick up the garbage. I knew they were coming, so I pulled out all the garbage & concrete pieces out and piled them in front of our garage door. There were two rats, and raccoon feces in the mess. The city driver asked me if I had any ideas about who piled all this garbage in front of my garage. I told him "I did". I pulled it out from between the garages to help him. He told me that since I touched the garbage, it was now my responsibility, and my problem. He left.
I moved the mess to inside my back yard gate and repaired the fence.
Every week, I would put out a little of the concrete in my garbage.
The pile in my yard got a little smaller every week.

I got ambitious as I got down to the end of the pile and put a whole whack of concrete in the garbage to finish the whole mess.
Our garbage was not picked up and a yellow ticket was placed on my garbage stating that my garbage weighed too much.
The following week, I heard the garbage truck and I ran out in my jammies and robe to place the heavy garbage in the truck myself.
I faced an angry angry garbag man. He was livid. He was lecturing me about how many garbage men get injured by lifting heavy garbage. I tried to tell him I was outside to put it on the truck myself, that my neighbors had dumped this garbage, that I was so sorry that I did not want to injure anybody. He lectured me angrily, pointing his stinky gloved hand into my face. I hoisted the heavy concrete into the truck, pretending like it was SO easy. It WAS heavy. I took my lecture.
My garbage man remembered me.
If ANYTHING was amiss, my garbage was not picked up. I went through a whole summer, fall, winter, spring of getting yellow stickers on my garbage for infractions that my fellow neighbors could get away with (twigs not cut in a uniform length and bundled with twine, cardboard folded flat and not tied up, raccoon pushed over garbage, so my entire garbage was not picked up. My neighbors had twigs piled on the ground, or a raccoon would push over their garbage and the majority of their garbage would be picked up.
And boy, was he angry angry angry at my garbage bins. I would find mine hurled on top of my garden in the front yard, laying on their sides on a windless day. Well, he showed ME who is the Boss.

I put a down pillow in the dryer and it exploded.
Feathers everywhere in the basement.
I grabbed a diaper pail and scooped out as many of the feathers as I could. I vacuumed the basement. Garbage day was the next day.

It was a sweltering, hot, humid day that morning.
The cicadas were singing their song.
A lot of my neighbors had their water sprinklers going.
I went outside, to transfer the feathers to a garbage bag.
I looked down the street and Lo and Behold, my personal garbage guy was refreshing himself in the sprinklers.
I looked down at my feathers in the pail.
I pushed the empty garbage bag on top of the feathers.
I gathered the kids up to take them to school. I stopped about halfway up the street to watch my garbage in my rear view mirror.
My garbage man refreshed himself in my immediate neighbors lawn sprinkler.
He picked up their garbage.
He picked up my garbage and emptied it.
I could not actually HEAR what he was saying, but he was gesticulating and must have been speaking loud enough for the older gentleman driver to get out of the truck to come out and look at his feather covered coworker.

Oh, gosh, I laughed all the way to taking the kids to school.

War was declared on my garbage cans.
I laughed every time I picked up my battered garbage cans.

Eventually, the garbage guy was no longer on our route.

I know this has NOTHING to do with red cars parking in other people's kitchens.
I was reminded because of the previous garbage story.

I now return you to your previously planned programming.
I am so sorry that you received a ticket through no personal intent or fault, Doe.

xoxo

OMG Fesspainter, that is HYSTERICAL!!!! I'm reading it, getting madder and madder about the garbage problems and the idiot neighbor, till I got to the feathers part! That was a better garbage story than MINE! Sweet Revenge, hahahaha.

Yes Doe, I agree...sorry you got that ticket...and you have to wonder, where are the authorities when you REALLY need them??