Why Gated Parking is a Must

I was lamenting about how awful it is to find parking on my street, when my neighbor informed me that he is now banned from the lot around the corner from our apartment. Let’s just say that after finding out the reason for his banning, I don’t feel so bad for myself. Here is his story, as told to me last night:

I wanted to go get my haircut today so I went over to where I park my car on Las Palmas. I arrived at the lot and immediately observed that the belongings strewn across the concrete were in fact MY belongings that had been sitting on the passenger’s seat when I parked my car the night before. As I got closer, I also realized that my passenger seat was in the fully reclined position. The trifecta, however, came when I opened the car door. Judging from the vile stench that greeted me, it became clear that a homeless person had spent the night in my car. I was none too pleased, so I walked over to the parking attendant to explain to him why I was upset. He mumbled something in broken English and then proceeded to call his manager. When the manager, a portly Armenian gentleman, arrived on the scene, I explained to him what had happened. I didn't want a refund, I didn't want to make a big deal about it; I just wanted to make him aware of the situation. The situation being that his crew of non-English speaking employees can't figure out that a car has been broken into when all of my belongings are scattered on the ground in broad daylight. But then he mumbled something and walked away. I inquired as to why he was walking away and he proceeded to mumble something about me being a "WOP”. I politely threatened to "kill him". Of course, anybody that knows me knows that when I want to "kill someone" I’m actually referring to "killing them with kindness." Anyway, I am now banned from the parking lot on Las Palmas and if I park there ever again my car will be impounded. It's a good thing I'm working days this week or else we would have ourselves a serious situation.