The Admiral has a name: Andy. Our drunken neighbour’s gentleman friend is officially Admiral Andy Ackbar.

This guy scares me. He looks like the harmless 81-year-old man he probably is, but he and Drunk Betty spend a lot of their time being drunk – okay, whatever floats their boat. However:

Yesterday when I was heading out for the afternoon I noticed a gray Toyota something or other parked next to my scooter. It wasn’t remarkable in any way except for the fact that it was still running, and it was completely empty. I stood around for a few minutes waiting to see if anyone would claim it, and surveyed the car while I was at it – yep, it was running, unlocked, and just sitting there waiting for someone to come along and help themselves.

Sure, that’s weird. It’s also happened before. After 5 minutes or so, I stood on the lawn of our building and called up to Drunk Betty – is that your car? The keys are in the ignition, it’s still running, and the doors are unlocked. She eventually warbled back that no, it’s not her car – it’s the Admiral’s, and he does this all the time. She roused him from whatever stupor he was in, and he shuffled downstairs to turn off his car and gather the keys. All’s fine and good, I guess. No harm done.

Except. This is the second time that I/we have found his car in that condition – who the hell drives to their destination and just gets out of the car, forgetting to do the most basic steps of car use? The entire situation worries me, because I personally think that anyone who routinely just stops their car and gets out is probably a little too forgetful to be driving in the first place. Also, he and Drunk Betty drink a LOT, and I worry that they are not responsible enough to not drive in that state. If they were to get into an accident, I would feel pretty bad and/or devastated if they hurt someone other than themselves.

Should I be doing anything about this? Is there anything I CAN do? It’s probably none of my business, but something about just shrugging it off doesn’t sit right with me. Oh, the morale dilemma. What would the internet do?