New Neighbors

Yesterday I saw three young guys with an older man wearing a camouflage coat and matching pants and a gray cowboy hat. They had opened garage number three. It was empty. The older man walked in and fumbled with his pants. I could tell he was about to pee. The boys knew this too and they were smiling, averting their eyes and waiting outside in the parking lot. The camouflaged man emerged from the dark garage zipping up. He got into his old navy blue Trans AM and drove it carefully into the newly possessed hollow. They started to shut the aluminum overhead garage door. It jammed. After much loud banging with fists it was closed and locked with the car secured inside. They drove off in their other cars.