I really hope that the other tenants of our house on Claremont Avenue have Googled me at one point or another and perhaps follow my blog without my knowledge. If you do, let me just say that WHOEVER GOT INTO MY CAR, LOOKED FOR THE CIGARETTE LIGHTER IN MY GLOVE COMPARTMENT, AND SMOKED ALL, OR AT LEAST PART, OF A CIGARETTE WHILE SITTING IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT, I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL.
Let’s backtrack for everyone else now. We keep our cars in a big driveway behind the house. Since I don’t have to park on the street and I had assumed my neighbors to at least have some sense of human decency (however miniscule), I often left my driver’s side door unlocked. I did it mostly for the ease of getting into my car in the morning, when I often have my hands full and would rather not have to dig my keys out of my purse.
This morning I was leaving the house to go get a haircut, and when I got into my car I was instantly greeted with the odor of cigarette smoke. Then I saw that my glove compartment was open. Since I don’t use the cigarette lighter, I keep the little button part in the glove box, which is what they must have figured out. Then I saw the leftover ashes on my seat. Feeling pretty dumbfounded, I called Michael and he said that he thought our neighbor Hugh had some people over last night, because he heard them outside. So, I’m going to assume it was either him or one of his stupid friends. I don’t think the other tenants smoke, so they’re more off my radar, although at this point I really wouldn’t put it past them either.
Of course there will be no confrontations on the matter, but if anything fishy ever happens again, BE ADVISED THAT YOU WILL BE DEALING WITH MORE THAN AN ANGRY BLOG POST.