I'm convinced that the guy who parks in the garage across from mine lives in there. When I left for work today, he was under his black sports car working on it or perhaps just banging the underside with tools. When I returned from work (after the sun had set) he was still in there, this time polishing the batmobile with gentle, precise strokes. I seriously think he either has a horrible marriage and is hiding out with his car to avoid the beast in his apartment, or obsesses over his car in the hopes of winning over the little ladies. Either way, he needs to loosen up. Or at least go home every now and then. That way someone will have the golden opportunity to steal his batmobile and cure him of his obsession. Everyone wins!