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Mar. 31, 2006 - Un-Van-Tastic

My 911 isn't a micro-sized, canola oil burning dinky toy.

Sure, it IS a SMALL car but it's still human sized.

So why does my van driving colleague come late to work and, knowing that my parking spot is close to the building door AND that I pull all the way forward in my space, regularly cram her rotten van into the void behind my car, thus doing a 'two-fer' in the spot? To make matters worse, yes - it gets worse, she usually leaves about the thickness of a cigarette paper between our bumpers.

If a bird lands on the roof of her heinously parked van, or the wind blows above 3mph, that breadbox moves enough to scrape the rubber on my bumper, - it's that close.

But I have a plan.

I'm gonna get a big damn, wicked, pointy bike toting trailer hitch on the weekend........

and set the spikey bit right at her eye level.

Then she can stop or not, pull in tight or go away - this way, I figure, no matter what she decides to do at least I'll get some entertainment value out of it.

I'll just carry a broom so I can sweep the glass out of the way when I need to go home....

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