It is February. Love is in the air. Your resident (let's call him "Unit 304") has been planning this night for weeks. The dinner reservation is set, the apartment is spotless, and his date just arrived. It's going well. Really well. Until the next morning. They walk out to the parking lot for the morning coffee run, only to find an empty patch of asphalt where the date's car used to be. Panic. Confusion. The ...