Ha.

Was visited by friend and her little guy last night, who stayed overnight and tottered off to a hotel for this evening (courtesy of her partner, who was arriving from sunny destinations).

Unwilling to hassle downstairs neighbours (who are very possessive of their driveway, even though they don't own a car) or pay for a week-long parking pass, I directed my friend to the driveway next door -- the house previous inhabited by the old men whose house was a health violation and cat disease factory (30-odd cats likely had to be put down). The old guys were evicted some weeks ago, with their door nailed shut and their belongings locked inside.

Now, some of us more mercenary types recognize that the driveway of said shunned house is up for grabs. Seeing it was empty, I figured my friend could park there for one lousy evening.

This morning, I woke up and wandered into the kitchen, talking to my mother on the phone.

"Hold on a sec," I said, and turned to my friend. "Hey, I thought you were going to park next door."

She looked puzzled, her brow wrinkling up. "I did."

"You couldn't have -- the parking space is empty."

The look of confusion rapidly morphed into a look of horrifed panic. "What? WHAT? I parked the car there last night."

It was her worst nightmare -- illegally parking in car in the sketchy city. She started breathing heavily and twicthing.

And then looked out the window, her shoulders drooping with relief. "It's still there."

I smirked at her. "Yeah, I know," I said. "April fool."

On the phone, my mother started to laugh.