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In the parking lot, there is an old, beat-up car. You know the kind - no name, boxy, terribly generic and plain car without a topcoat, couple of rust spots from unattended dings, bumper that looks like it'll fall off going over a speed bump, and, of course, the never-ending oil leak.

So, like any good driver of a bad car, the owner tries to sop up the black puddle that permanently resides in the center of spot 146.

He's tried placing cardboard over the puddle. Sheer brilliance. The cardboard did little more than collect its own puddle of oil on top of the other.

He's tried sprinkling dirt over the puddle. Brilliance magnified. The attempt created a nice mud hole - looked like a big pile of roofing tar in the middle of the parking garage.

Finally, Mr. K Car tried cat litter. He spread the clay pebbles over the circle of oil to soak up the environmentally unfriendly substance.

So, you're thinking the man finally has a clue, right? Wrong.

I saw the bag of cat litter he used, as he left it in the parking lot next to his space. A pretty, blue bag of Fresh Step - the most expensive cat litter you can buy. Moron.

But then, the resident cat, affectionately called Orange Kitty because of her fur color, sincerely appreciates the efforts of the village idiot. I noticed today that Orange Kitty left a gift for him to show her gratitude.