Leaving work a few days ago, I walked to the parking garage. I think we all share obsessions about parking places, so although there are 6 floors to this garage, there are only about 8 parking places I will consider parking Tabby. I trudged up the stairs to the 6th floor, rounded the corner to find NO TABBY!!! OK, maybe I lost my mind, didn't remember what floor I ended up on that day, so went down a floor...no Tabby...down another floor...no Tabby...By now my heart is racing and the blood pressure is topping stroke level. I can't believe someone actually stole my Mini! I had seen the security guard in another area, so I walked down all 6 floors to find him and when I got down to the very bottom floor, there she was...in all her glory, parked in a parking space I NEVER use, and parked very crooked. Hmmm..had to be my husband...what did he do to her? After examining the car very closely, I discovered he had customed some stickers with the Tabasco emblem and "Becky's Tabby" on them, as well as placed a larger sticker with MiniUSA's website on it. (Guess he's tired of answering the question!) A kind and wonderful thing to do, but I could have lived without the heart attack!

 

Glad the story had a happy ending.

It reminds me of a practical joke we played on a college friend in Sophmore year (err a while ago). He always parked his car on the 2nd or 3rd floor of the parking structure. Being college, it would sit there for most of the week and then he'd go get it to go get groceries or go bowling. For April fools, a friend of mine (this guy's roommate) moved the car to the basement level of the structure. Then that night when Chris and a couple friends went to go to the store, they walked up to the third floor, and there's no car. Doh! They start to walk around the stucture. Still no car. They get to the first level and Chris is freaking out. Then my friend (who moved the car) says, why don't we go check the basement level. Chris says he never parks down there. My friend is insistant that they check the basement. So they head down there (Chris has already been talking about calling campus security by this point). Then the get to the basement and there is Chris' car parked nicely in the very first row.

 

GOOD TIMES.

 

Hey there Dragon. Good to hear everything worked out in the end. Was getting kinda rattled worried reading that someone had stolen your MINI there.
I personally draw the line at pratical jokes involving my car. Ya don't mess with a person's car. Whenever in a battle of jokes with friends, I always say that they can do anything to me, but my cars are off limits. There's just things that are too sacred to fool around with. It's all fun and games until someone knocks the living crap outta someone else for touching their car.
Had a similar experience happen while out at the bar with some friends sitting on the patio having some drinks. Another friend came into the parking lot and pulled up to the beer store located right next to the bar. Left his truck running, and one of the friends that I was drinking with knows this guy well. Stands up and says "Watch this" goes over to buddy's truck and moves it to where we are, being that the truck is still running. Buddy comes outta the beer store and JUST FLIPS. I thought that was too much to do to someone. He went running around like crazy looking for it. Then saw my other bud laughing his **** off and then knew what was going on.
I like a good game of pratical jokes. But there is a line as to how far is too far.
Cheers,

 

My boss just got a Hummer H2, :???: he's never seen my MINI.
We're trying to find a way to get his keys to move his H, and park my MINI in his spot...

 

>>My boss just got a Hummer H2, :???: he's never seen my MINI.
>>We're trying to find a way to get his keys to move his H, and park my MINI in his spot...


I'd maybe find a new job 1st, unless he's the type of guy who really doesn't care. Most forklifts lift 5,000lbs and up.
I'm not a overly big fan of the new Hummer. Like the older style better. The H2 is too conservative. Not as beastly and menacing as the older versions.
Cheers,

 

Madman,
I agree with you, but as the culprit was my husband, and he didn't intend it to be a joke, I had to forgive him. He thought I walked into the garage every day from a different direction and purposely parked the car where he THOUGHT I would see her first thing! Guess that's what he gets for thinking...
If anyone else had done it, I don't think I would have been so forgiving!