The guy laughed it off, adding on a ‘what are you going to do about it?’
The owner shrugged, and I leaned over and suggested to the guy, ‘best move the car, you only have a few minutes.’ Again, the laugh and he took his beer over to join his trophy girlfriend.
Five minutes passed, and 30 motorcycles pulled up into the lot, the riders paused, then about half of them went and parked around the car, the rest across the front of the spaces in a second line. The guy got livid, he's blocked in, and if there's a scratch on his car...
The bikers laughed, went on to take over most of the bar, and the guy went to the owner, saying he had to do something. ‘I did buddy, I told you to move your car. He warned you as well,’ he added, pointing at me.
‘I'll call the police, get them to move those damn bikes.’
The owner shrugged, ‘go ahead; it's a thirty minute hike to the top of the peak over there, you might, if it is a clear day, get a signal on your phone. And maybe in an hour or three, an officer might stop by. ‘course, then he'd have to call some tow trucks, and those will take two hours to show up. So if you got five hours to blow, you could do that. Or you could go tell those guys that you were a jerk, and you're sorry, and you'd like to go park your car properly. If you do it nice enough, they might even move their bikes.’
The idiot passed by two pay phones on his way out the door to go hike up to the peak to place his call to the police to get someone to move those cars. Came back about an hour later, grumpy, because he couldn't get a signal. ‘course, in the mean time, the bikers had finished their lunch and already left.
Hahaha...great story!
I love it.
Now THAT’S karma!
Excellent story.. :-)