do you live in LA, SF, Seattle, Chicago or NY areas? If so, then assume this is normal. for rest this is really bizarre. I had a car stolen, but never borrowed as a shelter. psychoville.
Smoking in my car.....
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If true, you don’t actually live in a “decent neighborhood”...so, I go home for lunch, leaving my car in the driveway - unlocked. I live in a decent neighborhood, no real crime, and never had an issue with any vandalism, etc. I did not pull into the garage, but leave it in the driveway because I am only home for an hour. I dash in because it is raining.
I am inside for an hour....come back out and get in my car to get back to work....and it smells smoky - like cigarette smoke. I don't smoke so I know it's not me.
I look around the inside of the car and see cigarette ashes. Which is weird, as....I don't smoke.
I look on the driveway and see more ashes (wet because of rain) and it looks like a shoe print - not mine, because the print is too small.
Really perplexed by this, because....I don't smoke. Getting back in the car, and I see the inside of the passenger door is wet, and the passenger seat is pretty wet. I thought I had left the window down by mistake, but they are power windows and they were fully up.
I run back in the house to get a towel to wipe down the inside of the car, and when I come back out, there is a woman, walking her dog, working her way up into my driveway. And she is smoking a cigarette. She looks startled to see me and just freezes. It took me a second and then it dawned on me - this woman ducked into my car when it started raiing, with her wet dog, and just sat in my car smoking. I asked her if she had been inside my car with her dog and was smoking. Then I asked her - why she was on my driveway.
She went Defcon 5 Karen on me - screaming at me as to who the hell do I think I am questioning her and what she is doing. She starts ranting and raving that I have no right to question her and that she is going to egg my house and cut the top of the roof of my Miata. Then, she storms off, with her dog in the rain, leaving me speechless. (Which is rare for me).
I have never seen her before, although I think she lives on another street as I have seen the dog (loose) in the neighborhood.
So, the moral to the story is - make sure your doors of your car are always locked.
Way to gereralize dipshit. And I'm being generous with that language.
I live in New Jersey. It’s expected to have strangers sleep in cars here. We leave our cars unlocked with snacks inside. They know to leave when we need the car. Fairly typical of any urban area.
Why would listing the cities of LA, SF, Seattle, Chicago or NY be considered a “generalization” in your mind?
All are large metropolitan locales.
this reminds me of a past incident in my life......long, long story.....short version is.......so, I go home for lunch, leaving my car in the driveway - unlocked. I live in a decent neighborhood, no real crime, and never had an issue with any vandalism, etc. I did not pull into the garage, but leave it in the driveway because I am only home for an hour. I dash in because it is raining.
I am inside for an hour....come back out and get in my car to get back to work....and it smells smoky - like cigarette smoke. I don't smoke so I know it's not me.
I look around the inside of the car and see cigarette ashes. Which is weird, as....I don't smoke.
I look on the driveway and see more ashes (wet because of rain) and it looks like a shoe print - not mine, because the print is too small.
Really perplexed by this, because....I don't smoke. Getting back in the car, and I see the inside of the passenger door is wet, and the passenger seat is pretty wet. I thought I had left the window down by mistake, but they are power windows and they were fully up.
I run back in the house to get a towel to wipe down the inside of the car, and when I come back out, there is a woman, walking her dog, working her way up into my driveway. And she is smoking a cigarette. She looks startled to see me and just freezes. It took me a second and then it dawned on me - this woman ducked into my car when it started raiing, with her wet dog, and just sat in my car smoking. I asked her if she had been inside my car with her dog and was smoking. Then I asked her - why she was on my driveway.
She went Defcon 5 Karen on me - screaming at me as to who the hell do I think I am questioning her and what she is doing. She starts ranting and raving that I have no right to question her and that she is going to egg my house and cut the top of the roof of my Miata. Then, she storms off, with her dog in the rain, leaving me speechless. (Which is rare for me).
I have never seen her before, although I think she lives on another street as I have seen the dog (loose) in the neighborhood.
So, the moral to the story is - make sure your doors of your car are always locked.
One evening I returned to my house after a long day at work......I used to never lock the doors at my house. I live in a rural area outside of town, neighbors houses sit pretty close together. My house sits back off the road a little next to a scenic shallow lake. There is a car in my driveway when I get home. The license plate confuses me a little because it says Joe....which is the name of a former employee that may come to visit me in a few days......but it's the wrong state for where he's living. As I said I'm tired. Grab my stuff and head through the front door. Walk in and there is some one laying on my couch....I'm trying to get a look around thinking who the f**** is in my house .....hair looks like older lady......it's the wife of some one I know from work!!! Not a friend! Not attractive on ANY level. In the back of my mind I'm thinking I may have heard or thought she was goofy. I stay calm and call her by name.....in a friendly voice and say "hey, what's up?". She starts talking......"well I was just passing by....it's really beautiful here..........conversation goes on........"we can do anything you want"
I'm like .....what in the .......how am I going to get this Lady out of my house. End up telling her......hey I have to get my car in order I have to drop it off to get worked on....... she says oh that's fine I will be in here. I step outside....start frantically calling some people.....get a hold of her husband.......get out to my house!
The idiot takes forever to get there......like four times what it would take you or me.......I'm still outside .....he tells me their life story.....says ......I don't know if I can get her out of your house.......I'm like ......well you better! ......he does get her out of my house.
I start looking around.......she cleaned my house!!! The Lady wore awfully smelling perfume. I crawl in to bed later.......sniff sniff.......wtf!!!! she had been in my bed!!!! I fly out of bed.....laundry.....etc.
Well, I had the day from hell the next day with work stuff.....my busy time of year....etc. Few days later......I'm in bed.....8 AM......I'm in a deep sleep.....gone. In the way back of my mind I hear like a humming voice hi pitched......as some one comes in my front door singing Goooood Moooournnnning! I wake up......my mind and body are immediately in flight or fright mode......trying to wake up.....wtf??? She's Back!!!!! My heart is racing at this point.
She goes right to my couch and lays down. I'm still in bed.....Karen......what are you doing here. "I like it here"..........Karen get out of my house. "no you just go back to sleep.....I'll just be out here......" She says....."I notice you don't lock your door"......I half yell back.....well you can bet it will be locked from now on!!!!!
I get on the phone in bed .....call a friend whispering.......she's back!!! Call her husband get him over here!!! Once again......he takes forever.......brings his daughter......I had to piss like a race horse.....didn't want to go in the bathroom......as soon as they got to my house.....I walked outside in to some trees and pissed for five minutes. They eventually got her out.
Over the next few weeks.....I talked to some law friends etc..... what should I do? A judge told me I should file a police report. Basically said....she could say we had a relationship etc...
So I call the sheriff......a friend is a deputy. Ask to file a report......they send a car. Turns out it's a State Trooper because of who was available. We meet. Asks why I called. It's kind of tough to get started. He's like .....you want to make a report.....he's basically rolling his eyes at me......acting like ....why are you wasting my time......but he pulls out the book.....ok go ahead.
As I go through the story......he starts loosening up......chuckles at some points......eventually stopped me saying....this is the craziest **** I've ever heard!!!
Days later I heard they put her in the cokoo house for a bit of a stay....
In the following months I did have some other weird phone call incidents with her etc.....
This was about 10 years ago.......to this day when someone comes to my door I hit the deck and am peeking out windows.
This is why I dont live in established neighborhoods, with sidewalks and neighbors super close.
During the pandemic a chicken appeared in my yard and wouldn't leave. He was cool though.
Did he say you two could do whatever you want?
If he lived in those cities, she would have moved into his car and refused to leave.
As long as he was cool. Could have been a big time c*ck block.
O Philly living at its finest! In the ‘burgh, we use patio chairs to keep away unwanted neighbors from our personal space...so, I go home for lunch, leaving my car in the driveway - unlocked. I live in a decent neighborhood, no real crime, and never had an issue with any vandalism, etc. I did not pull into the garage, but leave it in the driveway because I am only home for an hour. I dash in because it is raining.
I am inside for an hour....come back out and get in my car to get back to work....and it smells smoky - like cigarette smoke. I don't smoke so I know it's not me.
I look around the inside of the car and see cigarette ashes. Which is weird, as....I don't smoke.
I look on the driveway and see more ashes (wet because of rain) and it looks like a shoe print - not mine, because the print is too small.
Really perplexed by this, because....I don't smoke. Getting back in the car, and I see the inside of the passenger door is wet, and the passenger seat is pretty wet. I thought I had left the window down by mistake, but they are power windows and they were fully up.
I run back in the house to get a towel to wipe down the inside of the car, and when I come back out, there is a woman, walking her dog, working her way up into my driveway. And she is smoking a cigarette. She looks startled to see me and just freezes. It took me a second and then it dawned on me - this woman ducked into my car when it started raiing, with her wet dog, and just sat in my car smoking. I asked her if she had been inside my car with her dog and was smoking. Then I asked her - why she was on my driveway.
She went Defcon 5 Karen on me - screaming at me as to who the hell do I think I am questioning her and what she is doing. She starts ranting and raving that I have no right to question her and that she is going to egg my house and cut the top of the roof of my Miata. Then, she storms off, with her dog in the rain, leaving me speechless. (Which is rare for me).
I have never seen her before, although I think she lives on another street as I have seen the dog (loose) in the neighborhood.
So, the moral to the story is - make sure your doors of your car are always locked.
!Only 1 day after the first time and you still didn't lock the doors?
I look at the glass half full!!!
whenever I think about the incident......I think about about the phone call I made to my closest friend that I met in 7th grade (he lives halfway across the country) to tell him the story. He laughed hysterically through the whole story......
I use a 30-06!!!!O Philly living at its finest! In the ‘burgh, we use patio chairs to keep away unwanted neighbors from our personal space
If someone ever threatened my Miata roof I’d beat them to death where they stood.
She blew me in your car then we shared a cigarette. Sorry ‘bout that...so, I go home for lunch, leaving my car in the driveway - unlocked. I live in a decent neighborhood, no real crime, and never had an issue with any vandalism, etc. I did not pull into the garage, but leave it in the driveway because I am only home for an hour. I dash in because it is raining.
I am inside for an hour....come back out and get in my car to get back to work....and it smells smoky - like cigarette smoke. I don't smoke so I know it's not me.
I look around the inside of the car and see cigarette ashes. Which is weird, as....I don't smoke.
I look on the driveway and see more ashes (wet because of rain) and it looks like a shoe print - not mine, because the print is too small.
Really perplexed by this, because....I don't smoke. Getting back in the car, and I see the inside of the passenger door is wet, and the passenger seat is pretty wet. I thought I had left the window down by mistake, but they are power windows and they were fully up.
I run back in the house to get a towel to wipe down the inside of the car, and when I come back out, there is a woman, walking her dog, working her way up into my driveway. And she is smoking a cigarette. She looks startled to see me and just freezes. It took me a second and then it dawned on me - this woman ducked into my car when it started raiing, with her wet dog, and just sat in my car smoking. I asked her if she had been inside my car with her dog and was smoking. Then I asked her - why she was on my driveway.
She went Defcon 5 Karen on me - screaming at me as to who the hell do I think I am questioning her and what she is doing. She starts ranting and raving that I have no right to question her and that she is going to egg my house and cut the top of the roof of my Miata. Then, she storms off, with her dog in the rain, leaving me speechless. (Which is rare for me).
I have never seen her before, although I think she lives on another street as I have seen the dog (loose) in the neighborhood.
So, the moral to the story is - make sure your doors of your car are always locked.
That sounds plausible. Next time tell her to swallow.
1. Flag. We'll judge for ourselves.
2. Was her name really Karen?
3. Your name isn't, by any chance, Pete Davidson, is it?
She looks like a 70 year old blond/grey member of Jim Rome's Rat Pack
Her actual name IS Karen.
Not Pete Davidson......but MIGHT be George Carlin!
Man, my wife would have put a viscous beating on this lady. Smoking in our car and with a dog? I shudder at the thought.
I may be showing my age a bit here, but this reminds me of the Penthouse Forum stories I used to read when I was 12.
Just be happy this will probably, hopefully, be your only run in with this lady. Realize someone else is or was married to her. Appreciate that.
Holy shiat. Rudedude strikes again ....I think I found her. And she offered you?!!!
She has a form of dementia and she is married to an idiot......that's all it took! The only Women that want to move in with me are ready for the men in white jackets......a good sign.....Did you ever ask her why she found you so attractive?
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