Love Thy Neighbour

8/365. Master of Puppets, swiped from Anant N S (www.thelensor.tumblr.com) on Flickr.

I really love this neighbour of mine who lives opposite my place. He has three cars at home and his beautifully renovated porch can accommodate two cars. The third car is a beaten up old red Iswara which he uses to drive to project sites judging from the reflector vest and hard hat I spied inside of it. Understandably, he doesn't park that car inside. Instead, he used to park it in front of my adjacent neighbour's gate since that house was unoccupied. That's not the only reason though. You see, the space in front of his house is blocked by cement bricks and large panes of glass. Sounds harmless enough right? Actually, no. He parks like an asshole. A good asshole parks accurately onto a hard cock, but this asshole has no sense of direction. He likes to park his car at angle, wasting the space in front of my house. And when my other adjacent neighbour needs to park his car, he has less space to park and sometimes partially blocks my front gate. And most of the times, he leaves his car like that for weeks on end. One day, I left a note on his car, explaining the situation, and I later found the note on the ground, with his car unmoved. Now that the unoccupied house has new tenants, he no longer can park in front of the gate, so naturally, he goes for the space in front of my house. As per his style, he leaves it there for days and days. Even my mother is annoyed with him. If he was more friendly, my mother wouldn't have mind, but his snobbishness got to her. My mum actually put a large flower pot outside to thwart him. For a few days, the fella parked his car further away. Then one day, we found that someone had knocked over the flower pot. A few days later we came home to find the flower pot in pieces. Smashed to bits. Impossible that it was caused by a car. The car would have to have ran over it a few times, and with collateral damage. No proof that it was that idiot, but we shall soon see....