For those of you that don’t know, my Grandma lives right next door to the store. Today I’m out in the parking lot and the guy that mows Grandma’s yard, who for purposes of anonymity, we’ll call Bert, calls me over. He said “Do you have any authority around here?”, jokingly, as he points to the back corner of my Grandma’s yard. I looked where he was pointing and was shocked to see that someone had parked their car, not in the PARKING lot where normal people would tend to park their cars, but in her yard.
They backed through where the horse and buggies tie up and parked right in her yard. I walked over to the car and there was a lady in the passenger seat. I said “this is private property, you can’t have your car parked here.” She looked at me strange and didn’t really respond. So I said “This isn’t the store’s property, this is private property.” She still didn’t really say much just kind of nodded. I said “is the driver in the store?” She nodded and kind of said yes, I said “do you think they’ll be real quick because we need to get your car moved so this man can mow the yard?” She indicated that she didn’t know and I left it at that because I was getting nowhere fast with her. I decided to just leave it be since she clearly was missing a marble or two. I told Bert that if he got to where he needed to mow where the car was I would make an announcement in the store that the person needed to move their car.
I went in to grab a camera and headed to the roof so I could get a picture to post on here tonight, but by the time I got to the roof they were gone.
More and more days I’m left leaving work wondering what on earth goes through people’s heads.
What else do you do on the roof? Now I’m nervous to be anywhere in Brewster because you might be on the roof watching me. “Bert” sounded like an interesting fellow, you should include him more in your blogs. In fact, you should reference “Bert” in every blog.