When I came home today after a day out I found the regular spots were full so pulled to the right to park but there was a problem: there was a pile of cardboard there that was on fire. Â I guess this is the suburban equivalent of a brush fire.
Turns out a housemate wanted to get rid of some boxes but didn’t want to wait for garbage day. Â Carpe blowtorchum.
The Robinson Compound Driveway is to be repaved.  If the standard of a post is simply something of note, then that’s enough.  To those who will no longer damage their oil pans, blow out tires, lose loved ones, or to my room mates that no longer require a Sherpa to take out the garbage, you owe my dad $10k.
I successfully made it about 12 feet from my driveway before I started sliding wildly (I’m certain my tires may rival Teflon for a low coefficient of friction) and pulled out my phone to call my boss but was delayed by a voicemail from my boss stating he couldn’t leave his driveway and I didn’t have to go to work.