Last night Lauren and I had 40 people over to our house for waffles and around the world ping pong. It was so, so much fun and we will definitely be doing it again at some point.
In order for this event to happen, we had moved our cars out of the garage to set up the ping pong table there. I parked my car just across the street, which happens to be where our neighbor always parks his Jaguar. But it's not like it's his spot more than it could be mine...
Around 10:30 or 11, there was an angry pounding on our door. We thought for sure we were about to be held at gunpoint and robbed. Fortunately, Zach Taylor spied through the peep-hole and then answered the door (I for sure didn't want to!). Instead of a masked gunman, we found our furious neighbor. "Who parked that white car across the street?! I need to park my car there, so you're gonna have to move it."
I found my keys and headed out to move my car. "I'm really sorry about that," I said as I came outside. "Yeah, well some !@#$% hassled me about parking my car over there," he says, pointing to the spot right in front of our house, which is a fire lane, "So, sorry, you get the brunt of it." I wasn't really sure what he was talking about, seeing as it isn't unusual to not be able to park in a fire lane, but I just let him babble on and park his precious Jaguar in his spot.
I came back inside and we all commented on the absurdity of that situation. Zach really wanted to pee on the guy's door handle. "Man, next time I have to urinate, I'm gonna come over here and pee on his car!"
And that was that. Until this evening.
Someone politely rang our doorbell and introduced herself. "I'm sorry, were you the ones my husband came and yelled at last night? Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. The people who lived here before you guys - are you related to them? - always hassled us about parking on this side and reported us, so he was pretty upset about that. He didn't realize you weren't the same people. He just doesn't get it. I'm sorry."
How nice, right?! And then it hit me - it paralleled the biblical story of Nabel and Abigail perfectly. Enormous wealthy man is extremely rude (I've always just assumed Nabel was enormous), Zach plans to pee on the man's car (David straps on his sword and heads off), wife comes and apologizes profusely (Abigail apologizes for her husband), and man is saved from having his car peed on (Nabel's household is spared).
The only part of the story that was missing was that Abigail didn't bring us any gifts when she came to apologize. Haha. Oh, and I guess we haven't done anything nice for them either like David and his men had done for Nabel's workforce in the beginning.
Guess I'll have to get on that - Nabel could obviously use a few more cookies.
In order for this event to happen, we had moved our cars out of the garage to set up the ping pong table there. I parked my car just across the street, which happens to be where our neighbor always parks his Jaguar. But it's not like it's his spot more than it could be mine...
Around 10:30 or 11, there was an angry pounding on our door. We thought for sure we were about to be held at gunpoint and robbed. Fortunately, Zach Taylor spied through the peep-hole and then answered the door (I for sure didn't want to!). Instead of a masked gunman, we found our furious neighbor. "Who parked that white car across the street?! I need to park my car there, so you're gonna have to move it."
I found my keys and headed out to move my car. "I'm really sorry about that," I said as I came outside. "Yeah, well some !@#$% hassled me about parking my car over there," he says, pointing to the spot right in front of our house, which is a fire lane, "So, sorry, you get the brunt of it." I wasn't really sure what he was talking about, seeing as it isn't unusual to not be able to park in a fire lane, but I just let him babble on and park his precious Jaguar in his spot.
I came back inside and we all commented on the absurdity of that situation. Zach really wanted to pee on the guy's door handle. "Man, next time I have to urinate, I'm gonna come over here and pee on his car!"
And that was that. Until this evening.
Someone politely rang our doorbell and introduced herself. "I'm sorry, were you the ones my husband came and yelled at last night? Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. The people who lived here before you guys - are you related to them? - always hassled us about parking on this side and reported us, so he was pretty upset about that. He didn't realize you weren't the same people. He just doesn't get it. I'm sorry."
How nice, right?! And then it hit me - it paralleled the biblical story of Nabel and Abigail perfectly. Enormous wealthy man is extremely rude (I've always just assumed Nabel was enormous), Zach plans to pee on the man's car (David straps on his sword and heads off), wife comes and apologizes profusely (Abigail apologizes for her husband), and man is saved from having his car peed on (Nabel's household is spared).
The only part of the story that was missing was that Abigail didn't bring us any gifts when she came to apologize. Haha. Oh, and I guess we haven't done anything nice for them either like David and his men had done for Nabel's workforce in the beginning.
Guess I'll have to get on that - Nabel could obviously use a few more cookies.
I refuse to admit that I said anything of the sort.
ReplyDeleteThat IS nice, makes the situation better. I like the parallel too:)
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