Crazy Baked Bean Lady Returns

A while ago there was a minor vandalism incident involving my car, a can of baked beans, and a rather angry neighbor. A few notes were left on my vehicle demanding the slight "honk" it produces when the doors are unlocked and security system is turned off awakes her abruptly in the morning. No response was given to the not-so-neighborly notes and the "beep-beep" at 7:30am continued. Mind you, the notes were more than likely a product of a note which was left on her 1983 Ford Escort asking for more space when parking behind my car. (Crazy Baked Bean Lady set off my car alarm and parked leaving the front bumper of her car jammed into the back of mine so I could not leave for work that morning with no room to maneuver out of the space between her car and the truck in front of me.) After I did not respond to the second note which cursed me out and accused me of having no common sense because the car alarm is so obtrusive, she felt the need to sneak out in the middle of the night to dump and squish a can of baked beans all over the windshield and hood of the lesbaru. This happened a day after 2 hours had been spent detailing it inside and out while parked in front of our respective apartments. While the detailing was being performed I could view her spying me, pacing in front of her window, shaking her fists in my general direction. All I could think at the time was "Hm. Weird.". Imagine the dialogue in her head...."Oh I will show that alarm honking hussy! The minute the opportunity presents itself I am going to mess her up! And to do so I will use baked beans---mwahhh-ha-ha!". When all was said and done, the baked bean incident was reported to the police and complaint filed. It's about all there was left to do.

Evidently the Crazy Baked Bean Lady (CBBL) has had a change in schedule. Yesterday morning while we were both leaving for work I walked to my car, disengaged the locks, the car gave out it's weak "beep-beep" and the door was opened. Behind me, with her CBBL narley voice resonated the words "Can't you turn that damn thing off?". Looking up at her I shrugged my shoulders and stated "It came that way." and continued on my way. From the rearview mirror I could see her stewing in her car, waving her fist at me again while shaking her head in frustration from side to side. My living lord this must really be bothering her.

Think about it. We live in a city. With lots of people. These people own cars. Cars have security systems. They are disengaged all the time and make little beeping sounds. I've even heard other car alarms on my street. Face it, CBBL is a nutter. Hopefully she will find something else soon to occupy her time.

On a musical note, I have lost my studio space for my drums. The band which hooked me up could no longer afford the rent so they were removed and brought home yesterday. It's sad to see them sit in the corner knowing it's not possible to play them. (The neighbor downstairs is clearly not down with that and make this very obvious with notes of his own which were even worse than the CBBL.) Until I find a new space they will just have to remain unplayed. Guess becoming the next John Bonham will have to wait.