Speaking of neighbours.

I have come to the realization that the proverbial girl next door is hideous.

Music to my ears.

My neighbour finds my music moving.

He heard it and now wants to move.

Final Destination.

1130 pm Monday.
NYC.
FDR South.
40 Mph.
Accelerator gets stuck.


I have a panic attack. Pedal is stuck on the floor. I continue accelerating and weaving through traffic at increasing speed. For about 10 blocks I tried pumping the accelerator but the throttle was stuck and the car kept accelerating. My life flashes before my eyes. I cold shifted it to neutral and disengaged the transmission...and as I kept weaving the car started slowing down with both of my feet on the brakes....took the UN exit on 49th street and pulled my handbrake as well.... car finally came screaming to a halt. I step out of the car shaking... so relieved to find myself back on the planet with all these wonderful human beings...the door man of the building runs up to me....Im thinking (as my adrenaline level drops) he will ask if Im okay and if I need anything considering the near death experience I had.

He walks up and his russian accent yells "YOU CAN'T PARK HERE!".
Welcome back. It sucks down here.