Wednesday, July 19, 2006

KEEP OFF MY DRIVEWAY!

Yesterday morning whilst I was in the shower the doorbell at our house kept going off. Thinking it was just doorknockers or someone else annoying I ignored it and enjoyed my shower. When I got out of the shower my housemate was standing at the doorway talking to an irate man. Apparently someone had dinged his car which was parked across the street from our driveway, and seeing one of the beat-up looking cars in our driveway assumed it was us.

My housemate told him it wasnt us and went back inside.

About 10 minutes later I left the house to head off to work. When I got outside I had a quick look at our car in the driveway and saw no new dents on there at all. When I turned around the guy was standing at the end of our driveway staring at me. I said hello and walked over to him. I told him that all the dents on that car had been there for ages and that we didnt hit his car.

I walked over to his car and had a look. It was one of the ugliest cars Ive seen. A white WRX or some kind with wings on the back. The part that was broken was a little crappy bubble around one of the front lights, and there were some smudges and scratches around the area. Not really much at all. But he was rather upset so I acted concerned.

'I like my car, Ive only had it a year'
'Yeah its a nice one, sucks that happened to it'
'Yeah'

I then told him of all the trouble we have had on our street with our cars getting damaged. He didnt live round there, was just visiting a friend. He was an ugly nerd but seemed reasonable enough about it all. We even decided that it was probably a bicycle that caused the damage and the tire mark was really high on the car. He drove off annoyed but I thought he believed me. I went to work and thought nothing more of it.

That night when I got home from work he was there again. There were a few other guys standing around his car. I went into my house but as I almost entered I saw a man standing in our driveway. I said hello, this guy was younger and more tough looking. But he still looked like a twat. He came right up to me and started talking into my face quite aggressively.

'Do you know anything about the car being hit out there!?'
'No, and I talked to the guy about it this morning'
'Where is the other car that was in your driveway??' (he was now referring to the newer car that was also in our driveway, that had no dents on it at all)
'I dont know! Probably driving around somewhere'
'Well when is it getting BACK?!'
'I dont know! Why do you want to see that car anyway, it doesnt have any dents on it at all!'

He then turned and started to walk off but said to me 'I know where you live'. It was then I snapped, I got so fukin mad at the turd faced knob.

'Are you threatening me!?!? Is that what you are saying!??'
He didnt say anything he just stood there trying to look tough and scary.
'Why dont I call the fukin cops and see what they think about all this!?!'
As soon as I mentioned the police he backed off a few steps and looked a bit more concerned.
'GET OFF MY DRIVEWAY OR ILL CALL THE COPS!'

Then my other housemate and girlfriend hearing all the commotion came out to see what was going on. Nick (my housemate) realised it was about the car and called the guy a fukin idiot. The guy stood at the end of our driveway saying 'come over here and say that'

I found that quite funny. Then my girlfriend shouted at him to act like a grown up. That was also quite entertaining as he really didnt know what to say to that at all.

We all went inside and I made a nice bolognese, where the pasta was cooked from the steam coming out of my ears. Man I wanted to punch that guy.

True Story!

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

oooo matt you're so big and tough!

8:15 PM, July 20, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Matt,

I not long ago had a similar issue, except i was in my garage after the door had lifted, and i was sitting in my car (still in the Garage) as it wouldn't start.
When i saw somebody walk into the garage, thinking it was my housemate i was about to welcome him back from overseas. But i couldn't recognise the person, so i watched what they did for what seemed like 20 seconds, but was prolly only 5.
The person was looking about in the garage as i sat there in the dark in the car, he then started to look at my bike, and just as he made the movement to put both his hands on the hand bars and through his leg over it I opened the car door,'What the fuck do you think you are doing', in the deepest telling your dog off kinda way. He shit himself and said that he was looking for his bike - (like he had accidently left it at my house). 'Like fuck you are mate', as he ran out my garage.

Instinctively i took of after him, like a tiger bearing down on a scared antelope... I felt tough... even though i didn't get to beat him up.

Im not a tough guy, but I'd like to catch somebody doind something wrong where is would be socially acceptable to have a few of your best punches with (assume you don't take any). Maybe i should become a bouncer, although, the public doesn't really accept what they do.

3:56 PM, July 27, 2006  

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