Karma: A Dish Best Served Naked?
In college, I lived with a bunch of guys. We rented a beat-up old house in town next to a daycare. The problem was the parents picking up and dropping off always parked in our driveway.
We argued with the owner of the daycare every day. She didn’t care. So one day, I began parking behind the parents who were parked in my driveway.
This infuriated the daycare owner. We go back and forth and usually I went out and moved my car so the parents could get their car out.
One day, though, I’ve just had it. I worked most of the night, had early morning classes, and I had 20 minutes to shave, shower, and get ready for my second job.
I get home and sure enough, parents are in our driveway…again.
So, I park behind them and go inside. I get in the shower and when I get out, the daycare owner is beating on the door loud enough to shake the wall.
I went downstairs wrapped in a towel and opened the door. She burst into the middle of the living room and screamed at me. While she was screaming, I took the towel off and calmly dried my hair.
I am buck naked. She stops screaming long enough to realize she’s standing next to a naked college student, screams something about calling law enforcement, and bolts for the door. Not so fast. It doesn’t open.
In her haste to leave, she’s locked the door instead of unlocking it. Now she’s stuck with a naked man. I tell her I have to have the key (true) to unlock the door and the key is upstairs on my dresser.
I leave her looking like she’s about to have a heart attack. I take the longest time to go upstairs and get dressed and get the key.
When I come back to the living room she’s white as a ghost. I unlock the door and say, “It sucks to be stuck and not able to leave, right?” Fast forward about 20 minutes.
When I’m leaving, an officer is parked in front of the house. I chat with them through the car window.
I explain the situation and they chuckle. “Did you invite her in?” No, I tell them, she barged into my house. “Well, it’s not against the law to be naked in your own house.
Her problem for violating your privacy.” I’d love to say this rectified the situation, but it didn’t. We never found a way to stop parents from parking in our driveway.
But it was fun for a few minutes to freak out a stuck-up mean middle-aged woman.