Sunday, June 6, 2010

It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's.....

...just a car.

It doesn't even fly, unlike the drunk driver at D/FW airport earlier in the week.  This driver claims she was hit from behind causing her vehicle to become airborne near one of the toll booths.   Her "flying car" caused a bit of damage when she landed.  Car pieces and parts were scattered all around the toll booth area.  It was quite a story.  The video is probably on youtube and I'm sure it made for lively discussions at water coolers, coffee bars, and happy or unhappy hours throughout the day.  Fortunately or not, the intoxicated driver got out of it with only a broken wrist......and a trip to jail.

No, it wasn't a flying car that caused excitement in our neighborhood a few days ago...

My neighbors are primarily retired folks.  This is actually quite nice as when they aren't traveling, they are home keeping an eye on things,  anything from the state of your yard, to your beast disguised as a pet, to strange cars parked outside someone's home after dark.

My next door neighbor is out of town.  I received a call from another neighbor now known as "Mrs. Kravitz" asking me about a mysterious car parked in front of our mutual neighbor's house.  She asks if we were having company.  Nope.  Not us.  We were hunkered down inside with the A/C blasting watching our local baseball team attempt to run around the bases more times than their opponents.

"Mrs. Kravitz" called the police.

A police officer arrived to check things out.  The officer peeked in the backseat of this car and found......AMMUNITION.   

GASP!

I was hoping for a body or a couple having a good time or something.  Sheesh.


Ammunition.  Yippee. This seems to fit with the characters up the street that decided it was OK to take target practice in their backyard a couple of months ago.  The neighbors and police thought otherwise and two of the occupants of this residence were taken to the slammer on outstanding warrants.

Anyway, back to the non-flying car story.  After the police officer left, the mysterious car disappeared.  Just like that. 

Maybe it was the aliens.  I will check with Evil Twin as I heard her attempting to contact them again the other night.


 Oops. I think I need to have a chat with my headmate. 

Photo credits: Mrs. Kravitz - swiped from Tipper Gore's Internet, Ammo Guy - Cszar on flickr.com, Creative Commons license (see sidebar).

28 comments:

mama-face said...

Finally; a Mrs Kravitz who will be forever appreciated.

Ha. I love dumb people and their flying cars. As long as they don't fly into me.

00dozo said...

I loved Mrs. Kravitz. That's when actresses didn't need to be beautiful, just talented! (Co-incidentally, I'm watching a movie with a nosey neighbour.)

Well, at least it was only ammo. If it were a dead body, I'm sure you would've smelled it long before the cops showed up.

Quirkyloon said...

I always aspired to be a Mrs. Kravitz. Kind of hard to achieve when I'm sitting in front of my computer 23 hours a day.

hee hee

CatLadyLarew said...

And I thought I lived in a crappy neighborhood. Oh, wait... we're the poor white trash on our street. Never mind!

Diane J. said...

Oh what fun! Mrs. Kravitz for your neighbor. I wonder if she has a blog, wouldn't that be fun to read? LOL.

Mrs. Kravitz's long-lost brother lives next door to us. Although, he's not as dire. He just corners you if you go outside and questions you about everything you are doing? Building a playhouse for the kids? Did you get a permit? No, we didn't need a permit, the dimensions were under the specified dimensions.

Love this post, so funny and great to read on a dreary Sunday morning while sipping my coffee.

ReformingGeek said...

@mama-face - I wouldn't want to see a flying car in my rear-view mirror.

@00dozo - Yeah, she comes in handy sometimes.

@Quirky - Step away. Go to the window. Stare.

@CatLady - Our neighborhood is the "poor" neighborhood compared to the golf course homes on the east side.

@Diane J - Thanks! Her brother? Uh oh. Oh. We have another neighbor like that behind us. Yippee.

The Old Silly said...

Kool! Kravitz IN THE HOOD!

Mrsblogalot said...

Lol!! If Evil Twin does ever "get in touch" please let me know..I've been waiting for a call back for ages !

Tgoette said...

With the state of unrest these days, we could all use more Mrs. Kravitzes! It makes you wonder nowadays if someone with ammo in his car is a terrorist or just some drooling, whacko right-wing militia guy preparing for the destruction of society as foretold by Glenn Beck. Great choices, huh?

Stop by, Reffie, I have something for you!

Deb said...

I thought everyone in Texas had ammo in their car. My Mrs. Kravitz is a skinhead. Wanna trade?

Collette said...

When I was growing up, I had those kind of neighbors.
Now, we have so many foreigners living around us that the conversation usually is limited to: "Hi, how are you?", "Good. And you?" Then they all go back to speaking their own language & I don't have to deal with them. Except for trying to park in front of my own house. sigh. Oh well! (((HUGS)))

K A B L O O E Y said...

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you. Mrs. Kravitz, Dr. Bellows, all those guys -- they WERE RIGHT! So was the car abducted by aliens?

ReformingGeek said...

@Deb - No thanks. We have enough skinheads down here.

@Collette - YIKES! I'll keep my English-speaking neighbors.

@Kablooey - I'm not sure. It did seem to vanish rather quickly.

Marissa said...

Mrs. Kravitz should be in charge of Homeland Security.

honeypiehorse said...

I thought ammunition in parked cars was legal in Texas

AmyLK said...

I live in a neighborhood with those kind of neighbors. Makes it hard to sneak anyone in after dark!

Vodka and Ground Beef said...

Thank God for neighborhood watch. Did the ammo disappear too?

Leeuna said...

Oh my stars and garters! Flying cars, ammo, Mrs Kravitz...and Evil Twin. It could only happen in Texas. Well, actually we have a Mrs. Kravitz who lives next door. She never misses a thing.

Jacki said...

And here I get irritated if a neighbor is mowing their grass after 7pm! At least I don't have to deal with ammo-toting neighbors!

Anything Fits A Naked Man said...

Wow! That's a little scary (although, once again, you made it seem hilarious!!)! I'm so happy Mrs. Kravitz actually came in handy this time!

Here's to a fly car-free summer!! Cheers!

meleah rebeccah said...

Ahahahaha ahahaahh @ Deb "I thought everyone in Texas had ammo in their car." ahahahhahaha

ReformingGeek said...

@Leeuna - And I thought it was going to be a boring summer..

@Jacki - It was a first for us!

@Joan - Thanks! Yes, at least the ammo car wasn't flying.

@meleah - And I bet Deb thinks we all have guns, too. ;-)

jean Knee said...

I love that Gladys Kravitz.

love her

Lauren said...

My neighbors are nosy like that. We received an email blast because of a suspicious looking vehicle parked on the side of the road. When the car returned the following day, the neighbors called the police. Turned out to be someone's gardener.

Sheesh! The Mrs. Kravitz's of the world need to start a blog or something. Actually, that would be fun.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

We had a neighbor who used to watch us through her sheer curtains. It was creepy with capital K.

ReformingGeek said...

@Jean - She's a hoot.

@Lauren - That sounds exactly like my Mrs. Kravitz. I guess it's good we have watchdogs but sometimes you just gotta laugh.

@Mike - I think that neighbor needs a moon.

The Constant Complainer said...

Seriously, we have our Mrs. Kravitz too. And like others said, it's comforting to know that they're keeping an eye on things. I generally tend to worry more than most, so I suspect instead of Evil Twin, I'll someday transform into Mr. Kravitz. LOL.

Unfinished Rambler said...

As the Mrs. Kravitz of our own neighborhood, I resemble your post...
in a way, except that I've never caught anybody doing anything nefarious.

However, I live in Pennsyltucky so there's still hope.


"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"