You’ve been in the car for six hours. You are worn out, not feeling the greatest and everyone in the car is a little cranky. When you arrive at home you find a four foot high mound of snow parked in your parking space. Yes. Snow. In our parking spot. Not a car that we could tow away, snow. Snow that’s been sitting there for a few days, melting and freezing so maybe more snow than ice.
We were so not happy. That’s just not cool.
Andy called the emergency number for our HOA, but no one really wanted to do anything to help us on a Sunday evening, not even to come up with a solution or a plan for tomorrow. The president of our board goes to our church so even though we didn’t know his house number, we looked it up in our church directory and Andy went over to talk with him. He was kind of a jerk from what Andy said. Said he couldn’t go shovel it out because he had a bad back. Blah. Blah. Blah. No solution offered but to park in a visitors spot with a note on our dash so we wouldn’t get towed or one of their awful stickers on our car. (Just in case you want to know, he’s the genius that told the snow removal people that they could put the snow in our spot because he “forgot that it was someone’s spot” ???).
We ran out to get milk and then I decided to go talk with him about the problem again when we got home. I basically just said that I wanted to know what was going to be done. He was like, “you called the management people right,” but they hadn’t gotten anybody out and it was 7pm. I told him that we never expected him to go shovel us out, that Andy couldn’t do it either with his Asthma, we just want to know that it’s going to get taken care of, and that we aren’t going to have something dumb happen to my car.
He finally said that he’d park in a different spot, that I could park in his spot. I liked that idea very much since if we are in his spot he will be unlikely to forget that something needs to be done!
When I came back with our car he asked me if the management company told us to call him. I said no, confirmed that he was the board president, and told him that I’d looked in the church directory to find him. He seemed a bit floored about the whole church directory thing, apparently not remembering that we’ve had the conversation before about going to the same church. Grrr.
At least we can rest easy knowing nothing will happen to our car and our spot should be cleared of snow tomorrow.
We are now watching the Amazing Race and then going to bed. Phew.