One of the joys of running is that you get to see a lot of interesting things.
Take the neighborhood I run through each day.
There is a home owner who has taken it upon him or herself to establish parking codes for the development.
I’m not sure this is legal, or even enforceable. I’m sure there must be some story behind this (the guy I run with says it involves a neighbor who was having some work done on his home and construction vehicles being parked in front of this particular house.) Regardless, the sign screams to me: THANK GOD YOU DON’T LIVE HERE! Seriously, who would want to deal with this every day?!
But I never saw anyone park there.
I don’t even know where to begin.
The white tarp that looks like a bedsheet?
My truck isn’t parking . . . it’s just sleeping!
Maybe they won’t see it if I cover it up.
You’re going to need a bigger tarp, Chief Brody!
Pay no attention to that truck behind the curtain!
I’m not a bad truck . . . just a very poor wizard.
Waving hand . . . This is NOT the truck you’re looking for.
But it gave me a smile on my run today.