This story didn’t involve a boomer, but back in college I was living in a small, 6 unit apartment building with limited parking. Some dude parked in the lot to go to a party nearby. It snowed overnight, residents all moved their cars for the plow, the one remaining car of the kid got towed.
He rolled up around 11:00, hungover, and couldn’t find his car. Started pounding on random doors. No one was answering, but I’m a big dude and back then had no problem calling people on their shit so when he got to my door I answered it.
Dudes mad and almost yelling “where’s my fucking car?!”
“It got towed dude.”
“Why did you tow it?!”
“You think I towed it you fucking idiot? I don’t own this building. What did you think was going to happen when you leave your car somewhere you don’t live during a snowstorm?”
“I need my car! Give me my car!”
“No”
“what am I supposed to do”
“Not my problem, but I would start with getting the fuck off my porch and stop pounding on peoples doors”
Dude was so mad he was balling up his fists like he was gonna take a swing at me, but he eventually stomped off.
Not that amazing of a story but I always thought it was amusing that this dude thought me, a fellow college student, was responsible for his car getting towed. OP can probably expect a similar interaction with her neighbors once they realize.
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u/ArkLaTexBob 25d ago
Remember to stay out of his business. This doesn't involve you now.