Are We There Yet?

So it is very possible he just has messy handwriting (look at how he’s holding the pen) and is in fact taking notes.

Previously, I’d only seen the first two panels and assumed it was the complete comic.

Where I went to college, football is basically a religion. During home games, parking fills up for several miles around the stadium. Tailgating/parking space gets reserved on a first-come-first-serve basis, and people camp out days in advance to rope off territory. Once you’ve roped off your spot, you may consider it claimed, and you don’t have to stay there.

My tailgating group had laid claim to a patch of grass and a half-dozen parking spots. We had followed all rules and regs, and were totally within our rights.

Well, the morning of the game, we arrived to discover that some jackass has driven over our ropes and parked his car in one of our spots. We were none too happy about this, and we got an idea.

Our group consisted of a dozen young, strapping dudes, half of whom were powerlifters. So what did we do? We picked that shit up and moved it. It was some small, lightweight Japanese import (don’t recall specifically), and we were able to lift it just enough to fully extend the suspension and cause the tires to break contact with the ground. We carried it about 50 feet away and “parked” it illegally.

A little while later, a cop came by and ticketed him. The cop was very confused as to why we were waving at him with shit-eating grins while he wrote out the ticket.

After the game ends, Mr. Jackass comes walking up, looks around in bewilderment, then spots his car nearby. He starts swearing up and down when he sees the ticket, and summons a nearby cop (a different one). We sat there and watched with bubbling delight as Mr. Jackass tried to convince the cop that he shouldn’t get a ticket because that’s not where he left his car, and clearly someone else put it there.Obviously, the cop rolls his eyes and tells Mr. Jackass that that’s the worst excuse he’s ever heard.

Mr. Jackass then came over to our group and asked, with some hesitation, “Did you….move my car?”

We looked at him like he was crazy, and explained that that was clearly impossible, since his car was still locked, and hadn’t been hot-wired or anything. Looking even more confused, he walked away to go get in his car and leave.