bball game. There was a spot inn front of a house in the neighborhood north of the MC, but had trash cans in the way. So, I moved them. When I got back to my car after the game, there was a very angry note about moving the trash cans. Something about how much of a jerk I was for parking in front of an old couples's house and that my moving of their trash cans had disrupted their lives in some way. Can't remember. I thought it was funny that someone expected me to know all of the details in the note, and they took the time to write me this long angry letter.