Escape in three parts--part 1

The weekend is too lengthy for one post, so here's 1 of 3.

As we're pulling away from the house, we realize that we forgot something, so Edgy pulls into the empty space in front of the neighbor's house--the one with the "guest parking". Everyone remember this story?

He comes out of his house with his pasty kid in hand, bald head and goofy yuppie glasses reflecting the hot sun, and stares. He stands on his porch and stares. I'm in the car with sunglasses on, thank god, and E is upstairs getting whatever we forgot--oh yeah, the directions. E comes back to the car. Neighbor makes his move toward his black Audi parked in his driveway--the driveway that coincidentally is gated and also boasts a 2 car garage. E still hasn't found the directions, so he looks in his car and trunk and then goes back upstairs. Neighbor begins to panic. He paces back and forth between his car and his door, scratching his bald head with fervor. His pastiness is being replaced by a red line that starts at the neck and begins to rise like the mercury of a thermometer. At this point, I'm thinking that there's going to be a confrontation. Actually, I'm excited by the prospect of a confrontation because if he makes one comment to me about being a "homeowner" and owning his "guest parking" space in front of his ugly ass house, I'll just unleash the furor of 1000 days at PISD on him. His pacing, though, is more like a frightened rabbit than a stalking leopard, so I figure I won't get the privilege of unleashing.

E comes back out at this point, and we begin to drive off. Neighbor gets into his car, kid in lap, backs out of the driveway and into his guest parking. Then, he walks off with kid on his shoulder in triumph. What a pud!