Wednesdays in the Driveway with Pony

Wednesday was The Pony's day off this week, so I drove over to collect his house payment! I'm usually running behind, and The Pony trots out to give me the check, and scratch any lottery tickets I've brought him from the winnings of his daily Cash4Life draw ticket. Now that Hick has put in a driveway at the back of Pony House, I just pull in there.

I came down the side street:

 

This is the original picture of Pony House, before the back was torn off, and the giant tree cut down. But use your imagination. The gravel driveway goes from the curb, along the back of Pony House.

I was surprised to see a little gray sedan parked on the wrong side of the street. Facing downhill, up against The Pony's curb, halfway between the garage and the driveway.

"Oh, do you have company?"

"No. Why?"

"That gray car."

"It's there quite a lot. I think it's from those apartments across the street. Or someone visiting the house across from me."

"Huh. They shouldn't be parking on the wrong side of the street. I'm surprised they haven't gotten a ticket."

"Sometimes it's there. Sometimes it's on the other side of my driveway. They don't park across the street there, because they'd block the stop sign. ONE TIME, it was parked in front of my garage! On the gravel! I mean, I don't use the garage... but it's just the idea. I OWN this property, so they shouldn't just park there."

"Dad could get you a sign to put on the garage: NO PARKING, PRIVATE PROPERTY. They have them at Walmart."

"Maybe. It hasn't parked there in a while."

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A perfectly logical conversation, right? About neighborhood people parking on the street by The Pony's house. It's not like he owns the street. Not really a big deal, as he said, unless that car is too close to blocking his driveway.

I mentioned it to Hick when he got home Wednesday evening. He said he'd gone in to talk to The Pony for a few minutes on his way home from working on Back-Creek Neighbor Bev's house in the middle of nowhere-er.

"Was there a car parked by The Pony's house when you were there?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, when I was there, a little gray car was parked between the garage and the driveway. On the wrong side of the street. I thought The Pony had company, but he said no, that car is there a lot."

"That's Old Buddy's car! I pick him up there and we drive out to Bev's."

"Wait! That's been Old Buddy's car all along? Oh my gosh! That is hilarious! The Pony thinks it's someone living in those apartments. So all this time, even when you and Old Buddy were working on HIS house, when he took that time off to move in, The Pony never realized that the gray car belongs to Old Buddy?"

"I guess not. He's not very observant."

"I can't stop laughing! We had the most serious conversation about maybe getting a NO PARKING sign for the garage! Heh, heh! It's cracking me up! I don't know when I'll break this news to The Pony! Don't you do it!"

"I've got a funny story for you, but this one's about me..."

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And that, my bloggy friends, is a tale for tomorrow!

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