Sick of Parking in Santaland

I got sick on Monday. It was bizarre because normally I feel it coming. This time it just hit me, one moment I feeling great, next I'm all sick. I took half they day off on Wednesday which was the night we were suppose to see Santaland Diaries which was written by David Sedaris.

I had to see this play so Stephanie, my stuffy head, and I went to see the play. It was a lot of fun. It was a single act play that was originally just a short piece by David Sedaris. It was all about a 35 year old guy who is looking for work as a soap opera actor but ends up working at Macy's as an elf in Santaland. Well performed and brilliantly written. It even had a nice set which it didn't really need. The acting and writing were so powerful it could have just been the actor on stage.

When we got back Stephanie's parking spot had been taken again. About three weeks ago someone parked in Stephanie's spot while I was gaming. When I got back she was frantic as she had the car towed, but the owner came out and insisted that the car was in her spot (she lived in unit 32 and therefore parked in spot 32). However, this was not the case. She ended up bringing the cops into it and the cop requested that Stephanie bring out proof of the parking spot. This is when I walked in while she was shuffling through her mortgage papers looking for parking documentation. Stephanie finally found it after the car and tow truck left.

Two days later the woman comes banging at our door a 5:30 in morning. We answer and she tells us someone us towed her vehicle and came to the door because she knew that Stephanie was on the board. Later, Stephanie requests and receives the documentation of all assigned parking. We thought we heard the end of it...

Upon see the car once again parked in Stephanie's spot she decided to knock on her door first. Stephanie rings the doorbell, on one answers. I knock on the door... no one answers but the door creeks open. We shut it and once again tow her car.

At 6:30 this morning we hear ring and knocking at the door. We answer it and once again it is the woman upset that we towed her car. She said something about her roommate being confused and how the entire thing has been confusing and if it was her she was just move to another spot instead of towing a car. We don't feel sorry for her and tell show her the spot she is suppose to be in. However, she claims that she got towed from her designated spot. We tell her it isn't our problem and she should get it figured out. If she parks in our spot we will tow her. She left pissed.