Thou shalt respect another man's property

We received a phone call Friday from our real estate agent on the East Point house telling us that an ugly old car had been parked in our driveway since Thursday and did not seem to be leaving any time soon. So guess what we did over the course of the entire weekend? Deal with getting rid of it! Yes, and deal with it we did… Did you know that the law has an actual process that you have to abide by to remove a vehicle off your own personal property? Yes, you cannot just have it towed… you have to post a sign on it for 24 hours before they will tow it and you have to sign all kinds of paperwork “allowing” the tow company to tow it off of your property too! After calling every towing company in East Point on Friday evening, I finally found one that would help us out. Of course, they were already closed by the time I finally reached them on Friday, so we had to go by there on Saturday morning on our way to Pine Mountain. We meet Bob the Owner (what a pleasant soul he was), sign all the pertinent papers, get our Notice sign and one of those bright orange stickers. Next, we go post the sign, stick the sticker and grimace once again at all the dark, black oil and rust the car has dripped all over our driveway. I am so sure that any potential buyer would just love to see that large black stain on their future driveway! We spend the rest of day rushing Memaw around town and celebrating Father’s Day with the family in Pine Mtn. As we made our way back to Atlanta on Sunday morning, the looming thoughts of the oil-dripping jalopy invade our conversation at breakfast. We were dressed for Sunday service and dreading the towing saga that laid before us on our way to Church. I made the call to Bob to remind him that 24 hours were up and that we were 20 minutes away from the house. As we make our way down Sylvan Rd I have both sets of fingers crossed and attempting to cross my toes too… and it is gone!!! Hallelujah! We cheer and do high-fives… I stare at what remains left behind and think to myself…. Thanks to the Owner of the pale yellow piece-of-crappola 70’s model Cadillac that left the 2 ft diameter puddle of coal black oil and Lord-knows-what-else on our beautiful, once clean parking pad and driveway. Thanks for the stain you left on our memories of this Father’s day weekend. The audacity of some people just makes me sick.