Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

I stopped by Mom and Dad’s house on the way home from work the other day and as usual, I brought in their mail. In addition to the usual mail, there was a small ad (like 3 by 5 inches) torn out of a newspaper for a charity that will take your old car.

This didn’t come from the post office; this was placed in the box by one my parent’s neighbors.

Why? Well, Mom and Dad have an old car parked in the driveway. It’s a 1985 Camry that’s in good shape and still runs great. And they use it from time to time when one of their cars is in for repairs or when we have someone visiting that needs to borrow a car.

But, apparently its existent is offensive to one of the neighbors. Apparently Boulder, home of easy-going, fun-loving, mountain-climbing hippee is being slowly taken over by people who wish they lived on Wisteria Lane.

Two things annoy me about this. First is, who cares if your neighbor has an old car? Second, what’s up with the passive-aggressive note? If you don’t have the conviction to be honest, and have to hide behind anonymity, you probably don’t have much of a case.

I imagine if the neighbor was honest, they would come to the door and said, “Hello, I just wanted to tell you that my friends came over the other day and they saw an old car in your driveway. Because that car is in my neighborhood, my friends thought I was poor and now I’m not being invited to the good dinner parties. Can you please get rid of the car? My self esteem is suffering.”

Sheesh, what a sad world some people live in.