Somebody Else's Problem

I woke up at about 6 AM this morning and something didn't feel right. I tried to go back to sleep, but it just wasn't happening. Something wasn't right. I didn't know what, exactly, but something.

I got up and walked around the apartment. The tone of the room was wrong. Normally my apartment is pretty much full of white noise, what with Ghostwheel and its 42 zillion fans, plus the fan in the window bringing the cool morning air in, plus the ceiling fans distributing that air. But the tone was different. It wasn't right.

I turned off the window fan and listened, and sure enough there was a noise coming from somewhere outside. It was hard to peg exactly because it was a steady, constant noise, but after a few seconds I realized it was a car horn. A steady, constant car horn. That seemed a little odd, so I pulled on some pants and went out to investigate.

The sound got louder as I walked toward the parking lot, and became almost deafening as I approached the source. At first I thought it was the Securitas car parked in the middle of the road and wondered if there had been some sort of foul play and maybe someone was slumped over the wheel, but that wasn't the case. Even so, the sound seemed to be coming from the Securitas car, but by this point it was so loud that it could have been any of the cars around me.

I tapped on the window of the Securitas car and the security guard looked up. I pointed to my ear and gave her a questioning look. She got out and pointed to a vintage (I'd guess mid to late seventies, but I'm no expert) cherry-red Corvette. She asked me (yelling in order to be heard) if I knew the owner and I said no. She said she'd called everyone she could call and nobody was authorized to do anything to the car since it was legally parked, so she just has to sit out there and wait for the owner to appear.

So here I am, awake and alert at 6:56 AM when I should be snoring. But at least it's not my problem, thank God.

I could go nuts with analogies here and write a big whiny diatribe about how bureaucracy hurts the little guy, but I'm way too lazy.