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So, who <EM>are</EM> the Condo Commandos?
So I head out to get the license plate number of the Mercedes [1] that's been
sitting out in the parking lot for weeks now. I figure that if the Condo
Commandos are going to make my life a living Hell, then I'm going to make a
lot of people's lives a living Hell. If they didn't like Spring's van [2]
then I'll get nasty myself.
I start attempting to raise the car cover when a group of people nearby ask
what I'm doing. So I tell them. I am then informed that they are responsible
for the car and go into length about their situation.
A slight digression. When I was working the night shift, I would occaionally
get home to see a nice looking, if seriously old, gentleman laboriously
making laps around the parking lot with a walker. I always found that
inspiring; here is someone that obviously has trouble walking taking the time
and effort to remain active. Heartwarming, you know?
And now here I was, calling in his car! He could barely drive, but he could
not change the tire, and the Condo Commandos were after his car as well. He
has until the end of this month to get the car in order or else it'll be
towed!
I then told the small group why I was out there [3] and they found it
incredible! They wanted to know who spied on me and turned me in! A cat of
all things!
We also talked a bit about Spring's van, and while a few of them admitted
that they felt it was an eyesore, they never called in and complained about
it. Heck, they found it amazing that a covered car in a guest spot is
apparently illegal.
Bloody Condo Commandos!
[1]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2002/01/18.2
[2]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2001/08/01.2
[3]
gopher://gopher.conman.org/0Phlog:2002/01/18.2
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