I forgot to mention the best part of yesterday.

As I and youngest son were preparing to pull away from the curb in front of the pizza place where youngest son works, we had to wait for a man running across the street from the local bar and grill. A man I recognized as the husband of Tina.

Sure enough, there was Tina and their daughter walking up the other side of the street, also leaving the bar and grill.

Turns out the husband has a job as a delivery man for the same pizza place. And when he got off shift last night, he stripped off his uniform and ran across the street to join his family for dinner.

Now, when youngest son got his job, the bosses advised him that employees are expected to park in the parking lot behind the store. They are on a slope, so the parking lot is on the roof of the building behind them, and fairly secure.

But they were clear to explain that you park in the back of the little lot. The close spaces are reserved for the drivers making deliveries.

Apparently it is a hard and fast rule. Since this driver left his vehicle parked in one of the delivery spaces after he was no longer delivering pizzas.

Yes, if I had known then what youngest son told us at home, I would have stuck around to see Tina's husband's face.

You see, since he had the audacity to park in a delivery space when he was no longer delivering, his bosses felt free to take a clothes hanger and jimmy open his door.

And put the car in neutral so they could push it into a side slot (barely missing a wall in the process, our eye witness reports).

And leaving all four hubcaps on the driver's seat.