HooooDoggy! There must be almost an inch of snow out there, which means many of my neighbors must engage in a truly bizarre ritual wherein they move their cars across the street so that they are pointed out of the street (dead-end street). So, that means that they’ve taken the parking places of the neighbors who live across the street, so they have to park in front of our houses. So now everyone has to park far from their own front door. No, it doesn’t make sense and it really pisses off the all of the people across the street.

Why? Because there’s this urban legend that if you park on our side of the street your car will either not be able to get out in the morning and/or someone will crash into it. Now, we’ve lived here the longest and in the 10 years in this house have never, ever had trouble pulling out of the street.

We’ve never had our cars hit, either, nor have we witnessed any accidents on our side of the street in the last 10 years.

Nearly every time it snows (and sometimes when it rains) a car on the other side of the street gets hit. Almost without fail. In fact, I can only think of one time (in the case of snow) when it hasn’t happened.

The people who freak out the most (and, ironically, have the most accidents) seem to be the ones from so-called snowy states. Also the ones with SUVs. Maybe God does have a sense of humor…