I heard some loud laughing down in the parking lot earlier tonight, but I thought it was just the noisy neighbors having a party. But because I’m so curious nosy, I decided to look outside and see what they were up to. Oops, my bad. Not a party. Just a burning car across the street. And the lady was crying, not laughing.
Luckily it was a tiny car with a small gas tank so there were no large explosions. The car parked to its right got burned pretty badly too, and a trail of gasoline underneath the other cars to the left caught fire for a few minutes. I could feel the heat from the fire standing at my window, but at least I wasn’t like the other badauds who went outside. And I couldn’t believe how many idiots decided it would still be a good idea to drive past a burning car when it could explode at any second.
I don’t think the fire was set intentionally, but you never know. I mean, there’s definitely no riots like in 2005 or voyous just being huge jerks and destroying things for the fun of it, but I hear insurance fraud is on the rise thanks to the crise… But if you’re going to torch your own car, wouldn’t you try to do it far away from other cars so there’s no other damage? Or do criminals not think that way?
Our apartment still smells a little like burned gasoline – which is oh so pleasant, btw – and Canaille has finally come out from behind the couch. The small explosions were louder than fireworks and he was crying like a huge baby (similar to the way he cries when I take him to the vet). He’s already back to sleep, and I’m off to bed soon too as I am exhausted. That was enough excitement for my Friday night!