So, fall is here. That huge mountain of beauty bark you had conveniently placed in the street front of your house last June is now dry and discolored.
You must have noticed how it hasn't stopped us from parking in front of your house. Shit, one night last week I parked "on it".
We've tried knocking on your door (you play possum), writing you letters etc.
It's real funny, especially to me. You and I had words a few years back about parking in front of your house and this is all you can do?
The city finally issued you a warning to remove it all by weeks end. If it ain't gone, I'm gonna keep parking on that pile until it is.