I know moving is stressful-what’s worse is Dave’s renos which are eating all of his time and making me do all the packing and organizing. So I’m at the new house last night painting and he left early to go to bed, so I stayed to finish another coat of primer.
I get home at one am or so (I work at eight) and there is a vehicle in my parking stall. 
I don’t have anywhere else to park-or I’ll get towed. It’s running.
So I wait twenty minutes-steaming-that all I want to do is shower and go to bed and some selfish fool has parked in my stall
(It happens all the time at the apartment-people just have their visitors park whereever they like…because the assigned stalls are paid, and so many residents who don’t want to pay just fill up the visitor parking 
After twenty I’m fuming and I call the tow company-and they tell me it will be a while. So covered in paint, I park in the only available spot-behind the running car-and go for a shower. I get a call while I’m in the shower.
It’s the police.
This car was stolen.
This dissapates my angry about someone selfishly taking my stall at one am on a work night-yet necessitates me staying up to meet the police.
And it was almost four when they were finished and I could go in to bed. YEAH