Helps With Parking

Today the weather is great in Newport Beach, CA. It's the weekend and my brother and his family are coming over again. He brings the kids and dogs and it's a fun beach day. It's also the only time the Hurricane is able to interact with anyone from the real world since he has no friends, aside from the buddhist mentor freak that comes around, but even that guy he has to pay him to hang out.

Parking is shitty at the beach, it's just how it is, you can't get around that. So I try to save some spots for people that are coming down, at least one for my brother since he has to unload kids and all that. I woke up early and grabbed a spot. The Hurricane was also awake and then someone moved from the parking spot right in front of our house, I asked him if he can move his car out of the garage and park in that spot to save it. He said sure and moved his car.

The spot that the Hurricane moved to has a meter on it. I told him don't worry I'll put quarters in the meter so he wont get a ticket. He said cool. So I loaded up the meter with quarters, paying for a few hours (at $1.50 per hour) and went back inside and continued to clean.

So now with the place clean and two spots saved I sit down to relax and watch some TV and have my first beer. As I'm sitting there on the couch I watch the Hurricane come out of the bathroom after his shower, all dressed up ready to go out, walk outside, get in his car and leave.

What. The. Fuck. ?

There is over two hours in that meter! I asked him to park there to save the spot until a friend comes to park there and he move back into the garage! And he just bails? Sure enough another car pulls into that spot within seconds of him leaving. Lucky them they didn't even have to put quarters in. At least someone gets something out of me living with this creature!

The Hurricane truly is a retard.