Magic feet

So yesterday morning sometime around 6 am, I was awoken by a loud and repetitive sound outside the window of my apartment. I quickly realized that this was the sound of a car; to be specific it was a car alarm. Well, not so much an alarm, but more like the sound made when you hit the panic button on the keyless entry. Just horns and lights galore. Anyways, I lay there trying to ignore the sound, knowing that I would have to wake up for work in two short hours. Well, anyone who knows me knows that I value every minute, nay, every second of sleep. I mean I get mad if my roommate wakes me up in the morning as he is walking in the door from his girlfriend's place even if I do need to wake up two minutes later. In fact, it makes me very upset and has the potential to ruin my day. Let's just say that if i wake up before my alarm goes off, good times will not be on the menu for the day.

And yet, I digress...

So I am trying to fall back asleep hoping that I can overmatch the sounds of the car by placing a pillow over my head, or that someone will just turn the damn thing off. Then it hits me. What if that is my car? I think about it for a second. It sounds like my car. Its coming from the direction of my car. Dammit, now I have to get up and look. I peer out the blinds. Not my car. The culprit turns out to be a van, in the parking space next to mine, going ballistic with its horns and lights.

Well, I decide that I've had enough and throw on some shoes and walk down there. I walk directly over to the van and kick it in the back bumper, while blurting out something along the lines of "shut up!" Magically, the van immediately quiets. I stand there astonished. How is it that my foot was able to stop the madness that had gone on for the past ten minutes? I stood there for a second not believing what had just happened. To tell you the truth, I didn’t care how it happened, I just wanted to return to bed. So, I quickly turned around to head back to my building only to find an upset looking Hispanic man in a blue robe and slippers, holding his keys and keyless-entry pad in his hands. Now most of this part is a blur to me, but I think I humbly said something like, "oh" as I quickly scurried past him back to the safety of my apartment. He never even said a word to me, just stared with an astonished expression. What would he do if he knew that my car sat right next to his, inviting retaliation?

I don't know, but I think I'm gonna be paranoid for weeks.