Someone Got Sand In Their Shorts!
When I was in my mid-twenties, I used to live on the bottom floor of a two-story house in a very popular beach town in North Carolina. The upstairs was rented out to four college-aged guys. So, there were five people with five cars, and the driveway was built for four, so one of us would either be on the grass or in a paid spot. If you had bills with your name and address, the city would give you a pass to park in certain paid spaces, so it wasn’t a big deal, but finding a spot in the middle of summer was hard.
The house was maybe 100 yards from the beach — a pretty short walk, five minutes tops with beach gear and little ones. I would leave for work at 6:30 am and return around 5:00 or 6:00 pm. By the time I got home, most of the crowds would be gone, so a paid spot was easy for me to get, so I’d typically leave the driveway for the upstairs guys.
One day, I was running late and didn’t get out of my house until nearly 8:00. The other guys had left, and the driveway was empty. I was walking out to my car, and of course, the lots were already 90% full or more. As I was crossing the street, I saw a minivan come up and pull into my driveway. I didn’t recognize it, so I waited to see if I knew them or if they knew the upstairs guys.
Out stepped a dad in a polo shirt, a visor, and bowling shorts and an overly peppy mom with three screaming kids — obviously, no one I know. I backtracked toward them.
Me: “Excuse me. Do you know the tenants upstairs or have their permission to park here?”
Mom: “It doesn’t matter. No one’s parked here, and [Kid #1], [Kid #2], and [Kid #3] have to get to the beach.”
Me: “There are five people living there, myself included, and we need to be able to park.”
Mom: “Oh? So, where’s your car if you live there?”
Me: “In that spot there because I have a pass.”
Dad: “Don’t lie to us. You’re here just the same as us and upset that we know how to park for free.”
Me: “I’m not lying, dude. It’s 8:00 am and I’m wearing my work uniform.”
Mom: “We don’t need to listen to you. We’re going to park, and you can do whatever you want. My children have to get to the beach. You’re ruining our vacation, so go away!”
Meanwhile, the kids were climbing on my fence and trees, in and out of the street.
Me: “Okay, I’ll just have you towed, and you can deal with it later.”
The dad got in my face, practically nose to nose,
Dad: “TRY IT AND SEE! THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE! YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE S***!”
Mind you, I’m 5’11”, roughly 190 pounds, and in fairly good shape.
Me: “Okay, have a nice day.”
I went to my car and waited until they were pretty much at the beach. Then, I went inside and looked up a tow service on the other side of town.
Me: “Hello, I’d like to report a car illegally parked on my property, [address].”
Towing Company Owner: “Sir, that’s an hour away.”
Me: “Yeah, I know. I’m not paying; that’s their problem.”
Towing Company Owner: “Okay, we’ll be there in about an hour and a half.”
Then, I called my boss and explained what had happened and that I wasn’t going to be in. He’s a pretty easy-going guy and just told me to keep him informed.
The tow truck arrived, and by 10:30 am or so, the van was gone. I left my car in the spot and waited.
Sometime around 2:00 or 3:00 pm, there was a very angry knock at my door. This was gonna be fun.
Imagine the shock when I answered the door, beer in hand, grinning like an idiot.
Me: “Can I help you?”
Dad: “YOU! WHERE IS OUR VAN?!”
Mom: “HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!”
Me: “Oh, yeah, here’s the card; I had it towed across town. Gonna be a fun cab ride.”
I shut the door in their faces. There was more angry yelling and knocking, so I opened the door again.
Me: “Yes?”
The dad started trying to get into my house.
Dad: “You’d better get us our van back! I’m gonna kick your a**! I’ll have you arrested!”
Me: “Get outta my house! And call the cops; it’s not gonna change anything.”
I managed to shove him out the door and get it closed and locked. Then, I waited. For the next twenty minutes, there was more angry knocking and yelling.
Finally, at about 4:00 pm, I saw some blue lights, and there was a much more polite knock at my door. I grew up on the beach, and it’s a small number of locals. I know 70% of the locals on the island — police, bartenders, shop owners, residents, etc.
Me: “Oh, hey, [Officer]. How’s it going?”
Officer: “Yeah, it’s good. These people say you stole their van and broke into this house.”
Me: “Nope, they pulled into the driveway as I was leaving for work, pulled an attitude, walked away, and said I couldn’t do anything. So, I called [Towing Company Owner] on the other side of town. Their van’s there; I even gave them his card and offered to let them use my phone.”
Mom: “He’s lying! He stole our car! I demand that he be arrested.”
The dad stormed up behind the officer.
Dad: “If you don’t arrest him, I’ll have you fired! This is ridiculous!”
Officer: “Sir, back up. I’m going to figure this out.”
Dad: “This is bulls***!”
He was now shoving past [Officer] and working his way into my house again. [Officer] was able to pull him out and managed to get him pressed up against his cop car.
Officer: “Sir, you are trespassing now.” *Looking over at me* “Would you like to press charges?”
Me: “Can you keep him in your car until they get a cab?”
Officer: “Yeah. I mean, I’ve got to get statements and everything.”
So, I gave my statement, went inside, grabbed a beer, and went out the back door, up the back steps, and around to the second-floor porch. And there I sat smiling until a cab came around 5:00 or 5:30.
My upstairs neighbors showed up, but they didn’t play any part in the story.