Updated Encore

The story of the idiot owner of the white Ford F150 who has blocked our driveway a few times had a new development several hours after I wrote about it a few days ago.
I took our dog, Walker Evans, on his daily walk just before 1 p.m. We were about 8-10 houses away when Slappy left his girlfriend's house and went to his truck; he grabbed the two tickets off his windshield, looked at the back end of his truck (which was the part blocking our driveway) and hit his truck door. Walker and I reversed our route and started walking back to talk to him; he saw us coming and quickly got into his truck and started the engine. When we got within about a yard from his truck, he gunned his engine, jumped the truck into gear and screeched his tires, sending a cloud of grey smoke up and spitting up stones, thus, as Val and I like to say, proving his possession of a tiny penis. But he hasn't blocked anyone's driveway in days.