Our parking spot

One of the things we like about living in our apartment is that the parking is in the basement, out of the sun.  Each apartment has two parking spaces.  If the owner paid extra, the two spaces are adjacent; if not, they are randomly assigned across the three floors of basement parking.  

If you know Stephen, then you know that the fact that our two spaces are side by side made him very happy!  He doesn't have to worry about the dreaded door ding because he can straddle the the yellow line.  

 

Early this morning, I went down to the basement to get in the truck.  Here is what I found!

The white car is in its regular spot.  For some unknown reason the Mazda decided to "park" in the space between the white car and our truck. Stephen went to get apartment security and he came down to look at the mess.

I crawled in through the passenger side, backed out of the space and headed to church. Later, Stephen told me that the owner of the white car also came downstairs to leave.  Our security guy recognized the vehicle and called the person who lived in #13.  He came downstairs, apologized to the security guy and Stephen and then moved his Mazda to his #13 "open" spot.  The "why" remains unknown.