The Magical Orange Cone

I'm going to try to explain this picture, to the best of my ability. That's my car, in my parking spot. Take note how I spent forever washing it, just for it to collect pollen and crap from the over-hanging tree. I gotta start parking out in front on the street, I can't have that. Anyway. Next to my car is that orange cone in my landlord's parking spot.

And that my friends, is what I'm about to talk about.

This cone magically appeared about three to four weeks ago. My first encounter with it was one day on my way home from work. I went to pull into my spot and that cone was there. I was SO completely confused. Why was my spot blocked off? So I stopped the car in the middle of the alley, got out and looked around. I decided there was no reason for it to be there. So I just moved it off to the side, got back in my car and parked in my spot. The next time I saw Sheri (my landlord), I asked her why it was there. She said she had no idea. Someone put it in front of the house, so she threw it in the back next to the garbage cans for it to be taken with the garbage.

OK, so why was it right in the middle of my spot?

So countless times throughout the past couple of weeks, when I get home, there is the magic orange cone right in the middle of my parking spot. Each time, I have to stop the car, kick it into neutral, e-brake up, seat belt off, get out, and move it over next to the garbage cans once again. I think this would probably annoy the average person. Or possibly infuriate them. However, it makes me laugh harder and harder each time. I'm sitting here shaking as I write this just thinking about it.

The best part is that for about 3 consecutive weeks this thing has been put in the garbage to go, but for whatever reason they refuse to take it.
I want to meet the person who, for whatever reason, finds joy in going out and moving this cone in the middle of my parking spot. Because you are my hero, that is hysterical! I don't know if I should be scared........but instead I really want to meet you because you are brilliant and your sense of humor is right on with mine.
(It’s not my landlord, it's not my nephew, and the guys in the garage wouldn't do it)

Let me now explain the picture. I go walking/running the same time every day. I walk out through the back alley, past my car and then I come back the same way. Yesterday when I got back an hour later, there was the orange cone and all its glory, but this time in my landlord's parking spot. So this means that this person saw me leave, and then within that hour before I got back, they felt the need to replace the orange cone but this time in the open spot. Sheri wasn't even home yet. I HAD to take a picture once and for all. Of course I could have moved it out of the way for her, but I really am enjoying this all too much.

A few hours later when I came out to my car to leave, Sheri put the cone actually IN a garbage can this time instead of beside it. I really had all I could do to NOT reach in there and pull it out. (Ok I've been writing this for a while now and I STILL can't stop laughing) I have this sort of special bond with this thing. I sorta wanna keep it, and just play this game for as long as I live there. It’s like my personal greeter daily as I come home. It’s there waiting for me.

Today is garbage day. Again, so badly this morning I had to fight the urge to try to save this magical orange cone that I’ve grown so fond of, from being taken away. But you know what? I have faith, that when I get home it WILL be there waiting for me right in my parking spot forcing me to have to get out and move it. It is going to somehow escape the garbage removal, I just know it.

I'm not really sure if anyone else finds this funny. I guess it's so funny to me because this is the kind of crap that me and my boys from my old neighborhood that I grew up in, would do. It's completely harmless, no one gets hurt, and nothing gets ruined. There's just pure joy watching the reaction of this person that would have to get out and do this all the time. Most likely I'm assuming the average person, as I said, would be really mad at this. Instead, I truly hope that whoever is doing this, that they watch me pull in every day, get out of the car, and move the magical orange cone, and are laughing their butt off the entire time.

I also kinda hope that you're not crazy and stalking me.