Saw as much as we wanted, packed up, walked to my sister’s rental, used the bathroom—and came outside to find some ahole half blocking the driveway. Call for a city tow went to voice mail. Lots of gnashing of teeth. Trying to find a way out.
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With my BIL coaching and blocking traffic, Beloved Son eventually maneuvered his little car over roots of and granite curbs to make it out the narrow street.
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