When I first opened my old computer repair shop, it was a part time weekend and evening thing, a one man operation. To this end, I bought an old service station which had been converted to a pizza shop, both businesses of which were defunct. I bought it for a song, and converted it to an office/workshop. With more success came larger digs.
I have, however, held on to it. Maintainence on it is minimal, taxes on it are a pittance, and it’s pretty puny so I really can’t unload it. Utilities, for the time I spend there, amount to less than $150 a month. There’s no grass to speak of there (out back, there’s a 3 foot wide strip next to the alley which I have pretty much deliberately killed and gravelled.) No phone, no internet, a couch with a hideabed, a desk, a john - it’s my writing hideaway. No distractions. Just a little hole in the wall in a little hamlet.
Imagine my surprise when I go there the other night and find that there are people parked there. The only other place open at that hour was the bar a block and a half down. Whatever. I’m just there for a couple files of old stories kept in the safe I had installed when I got it, and to store the [new] master backups for my home computer network.
(Always, ALWAYS, keep your backups off-site!)
As I walked in, I had opportunity to look at the bumpers of the cars parked there.
“Obama ‘08.” “Hope. Change.” “Obama/Biden.” All three cars belonging to LIBERALS. One loaded down with pithy little bumpersticker philosophies that Liberals so love.
On my fucking property.
I looked up. My sign was still there “Customer Parking Only. Unauthorized vehicles will be towed at owner’s expense. Call…(Name of towing company).”
Like most places, the town allows such vehicles to be towed upon request from commercial property. Which mine still is. Hey - I closed my business. Doesn’t mean I let my incorporations expire. I’m a “Consultant.” Town and the towing company make a lot of money from that.
So, I dial the towing company - yeah, they stil have the contract, and yeah, they will send their trucks right out.
Little over an hour later, three cars gone.
Out of pure fucking spite. Because I am a mean and hateful bastard, and that’s how I roll. And yes, had the Bumpers been full of conservative stickers, I would have let it slide. Discrimination, purely based on what they were. What of it? Whatchoo gonna do ’bout it?
So this morning, I drop by there, and find a nastygram stuck in my door, along with dried egg. The nastygram boasts of egging the building, and calls me a big poopy-head. And, to make the hat-trick, SHE SIGNS HER NAME.
*happysigh* One thing I can count on is Lefties not being terribly bright. One complaint of vandalism sworn out.
Means, motive, and opportunity. Name. Towing receipt with matching name. Admission of guilt in own handwriting. Arrest warrant.
Some assembly required.
It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
Your lesson for the week, liberals. If you park on Gonzo’s lot, don’t advertise what you are. Why? Because I fucking HATE you, that’s why.
UPDATE: Submitted the bill the other day to the prosecutor’s office; $300 for cleaning and repainting. (Helps to have a buddy who does it, I told him to go ahead and pull out the stops and don’t skimp on the bill.) Since the damage was over $300, it makes it a Class A misdemeanor, and the little bitch was picked up at her place of work today, processed, and “Released on Own Recognizance” with a summons for late April.
Needless to say, I’ll be following up on this, again out of pure fucking spite, and are going to press it through. You can believe I’ll be pushing for full restitution, and if any scheduled payment is so much as a day late, I’ll be contacting the probation department.
Pure spite, etc.
Imma meet with my attorney for lunch Friday, and see what I can do to make things worse. Maybe I’ll file a lawsuit. Just to be a rat bastard. It’ll cost me a few shekels, but I can take the hit just for the fun of it. And who knows? Maybe I can turn a profit on it.