Park Up the Wrong Tree

Story Sent in by Janet:

I was walking through town with Christopher on our first date when we came upon a temporary no parking sign on a foldable metal stand on the sidewalk by the road.

"I love these things!" he said, then he grabbed it, folded the stand, and took it under his arm.

I said, "I don't think you're supposed to take that."

He replied, "I won't tell if you won't."

"That's fair," I said.

He carried it all the way back to his car, put it inside, and we kept walking for a little while.

After the date was over, I called the local police station and informed them that Christopher had made off with one of their signs. They thanked me. I'm not sure if they ever tracked him down (maybe it wasn't worth their time) but he never contacted me again.


  1. I feel like HE should be submitting this story about YOU. Not the other way around.

  2. She should go undercover, go on more dates, stay put, and collect enough intel to take down the entire date sign theft mafia. She may grow old lonely, but it's a worthy fight. The war on date sign theft should be any reasonable person's first priority in life.

  3. What a stiff.I'm sure her hand gets tired with patting herself on the back all the time.

  4. What a stiff.I'm sure her hand gets tired with patting herself on the back all the time.

  5. Apparently nobody here pays property taxes.


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