A friend and I passed an e46 that had seemingly been abandoned. It was parked and had its pass in the window, as it should have, but there was no driver within a good 1/8th mile and the keys were in the ignition. And the car was idling. So there's that.

My friend, being a strange one, walks over to the car, opens the door and sits in the driver's seat. "What are you doing?" I ask, naturally.

"I'm gonna move it."

"Why would you do that?"

" 'Cuz imagine them needing to call their parents and saying that they lost their car."

Fair. Then he rolls the window down again.

"Maybe I should go park it on the football field (Currently buried in ~2 ft of snow)."

"You think you can do that?"

"I'm gonna try." *Proceeds to engage drive and begins to move towards the football field.*


At this point I become the voice of reason and step in front of the car. He settled for backing the car back into its spot, shutting it off, and taking the key with him, but not before moving both front seats all the way forward and leaving a note saying "Next time it's mine."

I was not a part of this. Let it be known.