Bus Fumes

I heard a knock on my door at quarter to eight this morning. It was my across-the-hall neighbor, and she had a request:

Could you move your car back to where you used to park it? That way, it will protect my car.

Right. You want me to move my POS to a spot where it'll attract all the door dings and keep them off your precious wheels?

F%ck you very much.

And thanks for asking.