Shoes, Ships, and Sealing Wax

Another bad side effect of the Sopranos addiction

I never liked my next-door neighbors. They had four cars (in a townhouse with one reserved space), frequent guests who parked in my reserved space, loud parties that lasted late at night, and they always missed the recycle bin and threw trash into my garden.

They finally moved away last summer, and the house was empty for weeks. It was wonderful.

Somebody moved in a few weeks ago, and tonight it looks like they parked car #3 in our reserved space. I'm not 100% sure it's them, though (I didn't see the driver get out), and the lights are off, so I'm not going to ring the doorbell at 9:30.

Instead I'm going to glare out the window, thinking What would Tony Soprano do?