Ghost Riding the Whip

The neighbors across the faux-du-sac are just getting more and more insane.  Last night, at around 12:30 at night, I heard a car trying to start.  Like the Gladys Kravitz I am, there was a clatter, so I went to the window to see what was the matter.

I saw a mid-sized car drifting down the faux-du-sac, with a male teenager splayed across the back of the hatchback. 

They got the car to drift enough that they got it started, then squealed out of the sac and did a wide u-turn back into the driveway, all with the dumb teen holding onto the back of the car like one of those stupid plush Garfield clings.

They got out of the car, yelling all about how "cool" that was, and irritating their dog, who continued to bark at them until they got into the house.

Another day in the life of living in the upscale ghetto.