I vant to vipe da vindows...

So generally, when I have a late night shift at The Restaurant, I will park in the residential areas surrounding Beverly Hills Shopping areas because they are only 2 hour parking from 8am to 6pm, and if you're due in at work at 4pm or I will occasionally dare the 3:30pm, you can park without fear of the $40 parking ticket that will be resting on your windshield upon your return, sucking away half your night's work.

Tonight was like any other, got out at closing around 11pm and was walking back towards my car with my keys in one hand and my cell phone already dialed to '911' and my finger on the little green phone icon-button (One of our servers was mugged in that area about 2 months ago, and we're still all quite nervous about walking out there after dark).  I get back to my car to find, not a ticket, but rather.........raised windshield wipers.

Eh?

I was puzzling over this for a decent bit of the trip home.  Was the fall foliage descending hard and fast upon my car, and someone wished to save my windshield wipers the stress?  Was it some Beverly Hills resident passive-aggressively protesting my beat-up 1992 SUV sitting in front of their house for purposes other than simply bringing down the property value? (What's ironic is that my car had JUST been washed/waxed/vaccumed for the first time in months, so I'd been feeling like it looked pretty spiffy!) Was it some new tween prank, the meaning of which I will never understand? A fellow coworker recognizing my car and getting the idea to mess with my head?

I may never know.

How RANDOM.