posted on Dec, 20 2007 @ 10:09 PM
I've been threatening to post this since the start of summer. Now, things have reached the point where I can no longer keep silent. . . .
When I drive into town, I frequently take a shortcut through a little suburb. On one street, the houses all have driveways that face the street.
Going up the same street several times a week, you start to recognize the people, without ever learning their names or what they do, you begin to
match peopel with cars and pets and spouses, etc.
There's this one house, where the garage door is often up. You can't help casually looking as you drive past, just wondering what someone is doing,
getting out the lawnmower or building a soabax derby car for their kid or something.
So, driving by, I noticed this summer that there's this one garage with a guy who's always in there. On the right wall, there is like, a
huge entertainment center, with a widescreen TV and a bitchin stereo system, and little cubicles underneath the TV for tapes or DVD's or
In front of the TV, there a . . . strato-lounger of some kind; you know, a recliner that might even have massage settings built into it or
Frau Dr says she has noticed it too. The guy has a double-door fridge along the left wall. She calls the guy's set-up his "garage
The only object that actually belongs in a garage is his motorcycle, looks like a honda goldwing, parked on a little strip of carpet so it doesn't
scuff the floor.
Frau Dr. feels sorry for him; she hypothesizes that he is trapped in an unhappy marriage, and so he basically lives in his garage when he's not at
work. He comes home, hands over his paycheck, and heads out to the garage, probably sleeping out there most nights.
I picture something weirder. Like, he's AWOL from the war in Iraq; they gave him a month's furlough and he run off, and living in his cousin's
garage . . .
Maybe it's what happens when you're too much of a professional slacker---you end up living in you brother's garage, avoiding the fact that you
haven't had a job in so long that you're functionally unemployable. Like The Dude, but without any coolness, just appliances. He's an example of
what happens when you let your goofy friend stay at your place "just for a couple of weeks, until the divorce finalizes . . ."
So, here's my question: Have you ever seen this phenomenon? Is it comomn? What to YOU think this guy is up to?
It's beginnning to drive me a little nuts, just wondering what his deal is.