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06-08-2012, 03:27 PM | #27 | ||
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Not related but sort of
Many years ago (back in the late 70’s) we lived in a cul-de-sac that was 2 streets from a main road with no on street parking, for many years people that lived on the main road used to park their caravans boats and box trailers on our road, and it didn’t hurt anyone as most of the blocks didn’t have houses on them at that point, but as time went one the street filled and these trailers were becoming a problem, 1 in particular was a caged box trailer that was on our nature strip chained to the tree. My dad tried talking to this guy but he would simply come back under the cover of darkness and return the trailer, so one time after the trailer left, dad parked his car on the nature strip, the trailer came back, on the road but still on chained to the tree. So dad figured, well we have the negatives of having a trailer and none of the positives, so one weekend dad decided to have a bit of a clean-up around the house, and he filled the trailer to the brim (he actually had to get some stuff off either neighbour as he didn’t have enough to fill it). The guy didn’t come back for his trailer for a while, so long dad thought the guy must have seen it and given up on it and was making arrangements to cut the lock and take it and the rubbish to the tip and just un hook it and drive off, when one Saturday morning at 6 am the guy arrives and hits the roof. Well dad was a big unit like me and the sight of him storming out the door in his Y fronts wasn’t pretty. Dad just stood there arms crossed on the lawn, the guy stopped yelling abuse from the street, connected his car to the trailer and drove off, and we never saw it again.
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