WARS OVER PARKING: MY PENANCE FOR ENTITLED NEIGHBOR’S VISITORS
Entitled My Entire Driveway Was Used for My Neighbor’s Guests’ Parking, I Bet They Didn’t Like My Retaliation
Every Friday, Susan’s peaceful Fridays are ruined by Jessica, her entitled neighbor, who constantly parks in her driveway. After weeks of frustration, Susan comes up with a daring plan to punish them. After what happens next is unexpected, the entire neighborhood is full with laughter and appreciation for her ingenuity. How did Susan handle the situation?
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Every Friday night for the past month, I had come home to find our neighborhood transformed into a cacophonous mayhem. This Friday, it was the same.
When I got home, there was an odd car parked in my driveway. I felt a surge of anger.
My pretentious neighbor Jessica was planning another party. I could see the bright lights and hear the loud music from her house.
Because the driveway was too small and had retaining walls on both sides, a tow vehicle could not remove the automobile without causing damage to the surface. I knew this since I’d tried to get in touch with one before.
I stepped out of my car and slammed the door. “Excellent, exactly what I needed following a demanding workday!” I mumbled to myself.
With all of my patience gone, I walked over to Jessica’s house.
As I approached the front door, Jessica appeared with a glass of wine in her hand. Hello, Susan! What, another amazing celebration? With a cheery smile, she answered.
“Jessica, this has to stop,” I murmured, trying not to lose my cool. “I can’t get into my garage because someone is parking in my driveway again!”
Jessica shrugged. “Well, Susan, get moving. It’s just the evening. On-street parking is available.
“That’s not the point,” I said in a furious manner. “This week marks the fourth week in a row. I’m tired and I simply want to pull into my driveway.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “I’ll inquire around to find out whose car it is, but I can’t promise it. Let everyone relax and have fun during the party.
I turned away feeling dissatisfied. How could she be so careless? I just needed some peace and quiet after a hectic week.
With a sigh, I headed back to my car, hoping for some quiet and consideration.
I waited for a short while. But nobody moved the car, so I was forced to park on the pavement. Too tired to fight, I stumbled into my house and begged for a nap.
The next Friday, things got worse. That evening, I received a call from my mother.
“Susan, I have to go to the hospital. “My heart’s acting up again,” she murmured in a weak, tremulous voice. My heart sank.
Mom needed me because things were unstable with her health.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Mom,” I said to her as I hurried to get my keys and opened the door. But my heart stopped when I got to my driveway. Jessica’s party guests blocked me.
I strode nervously straight to Jessica’s residence. I pounded on the door, but the music muffled my voice.
“Jessica! Give yourself permission to enter! Now I have to get out of my car!” I cried out, but no one answered. There was nothing to pause for.
In desperation, I pulled out my phone and called a cab.
When the cab finally arrived, I got in and told the driver to go toward my mom’s house. My heart was racing with worry for her, but I also felt helpless and furious at the same time.
How could Jessica treat her friends with such disregard?
Their wild partying caused me to be late, and Mom needed me.
When I got to my mom’s house, I saw that she was holding against her chest and looked pale. As we hurried to the hospital, I lost all patience with myself. The final straw was this.
I had grown tired of Jessica’s get-togethers and her disdain for her neighbors. Something needs to change.
I finally had enough when Jessica’s party started up again the following Friday. I parked my car carefully so that it would block the guests’ cars. If they wanted to invade my peace, I would pay them back.
A few hours later, there was a loud tap on my door. Jessica was there when I opened it, her angry face flushed.
Susan, please move your car! “You’ve blocked everyone in,” she exclaimed.
I stood up, folding my arms. No, Jesus. I can handle your get-togethers and the chaos they cause. I’m not taking my car out of this driveway.
She gave me an incredulous expression. If she didn’t move her car, she vowed to contact the police.
I shrugged, feeling a strange sort of satisfaction. Kindly contact them by phone. I wish I could explain to them why your visitors have been barring me from entering for several weeks.
Jessica widened her eyes. She had not expected that at all. She huffed and blew, clearly irritated. “Susan, you’re being unreasonable.”
“Irrational?” I said it again. I’ve endured this nonsense for the last four weeks. Last week, I almost skipped my mom’s hospital appointment. This concludes immediately!
Jessica stomped her foot and stormed off. I watched her go, smiling to me. If she had called the police, I would have been the happiest person alive. Jessica had no idea she’d wandered into my trap.
I closed the door and slumped onto the living room couch.
A short while later, there was another knock on my door.
This time, it was the police. I walked to the fridge, fetched a beer, took a sip, and then I pretended not to know what to say. When I opened the door, there stood an officer who looked serious.
“Good evening, ma’am.”He glanced at the drink I was holding and said, “We received a report about a blocked driveway.” His name was Officer Miller.
My attempt at a “tipsy” smile failed. “Hello, Officer! Hi there! Oh Jessica, her parties! Her party guests have been obstructing my driveway for weeks. I’ve decided to return the favor this evening.
Officer Miller let out a sigh. “You need to move your car, ma’am, but I understand how frustrated you are.”
I shook my head violently, almost falling to the ground. “Officer, I truly want to help, but I’ve had too much to drink. “Oops!” I made a big deal out of tripping and hitting the door frame. “I’m not allowed to drive at this time.”
Officer Miller scratched his head. “Are you saying that you can’t drive safely because you’ve had too much to drink?”
I tried to seem very serious as I nodded. Indeed, ma’am! I have a spot in my driveway that is valid. I can’t move my automobile without breaking the law. Safety comes first and foremost! Hic! With a hiccup, I added just to be sure. “Maybe wait till Tuesday of the next week? I have a long weekend coming up.
Jessica was standing nearby, angry. “This is ridiculous! She’s doing this on purpose.
Officer Miller laughed hysterically as he turned to face her. “Madam, after drinking, she is not fit to drive. Furthermore, since the car is legally parked on her property, there is nothing we can do about it.
Jessica’s face flushed red with wrath. She exclaimed, “This isn’t fair!”
I made a fake salute with the beer bottle.
Officer Miller looked at us, clearly trying not to laugh. Alright, let’s try to resolve this peacefully. Ms. Jessica, it is your duty to make sure that upcoming guests don’t block Ms. Susan’s driveway.
Jessica grumbled to herself and hurried off. I leaned against the closed door, grinning. Maybe everything would work out better now. Who knew that being drunk could have such a profound effect?
But it was far from over.
I decided to file an official complaint the next morning at the local police station. Officer Miller, who should I run into as I enter? He instantly recognized who I was.
“All right, good morning, Ms. Susan,” he said with a big smile. “Why have you come here today?”
I played him the tapes I had made of Jessica’s guests parking in my driveway several times and gave him the lowdown on the circumstances. Officer Miller looked over the recordings closely and nodded.
“This is strong evidence,” he said. “Let’s go talk to your neighbor,” I said.
We made our way to Jessica’s apartment together. She was outside and was taken aback when she saw us approaching.
Officer Miller greeted Ms. Jessica with a good morning. “We should discuss your guests’ parking habits.”
Jessica’s face reddened. “Now what?” she exclaimed.
Officer Miller maintained his composure. “We can tell from the evidence that your guests have been parking illegally in Ms. Susan’s driveway on a regular basis. I’ll fine you for parking illegally, and you’ll have to give Ms. Susan’s reasonable compensation for the inconvenience and moral damages.
Jessica was very upset and ashamed. Susan argued, “This is incorrect! Stop it!”
“Maybe next time, you’ll think twice before letting your guests block someone’s driveway,” I said, unable to control my satisfaction.
Jessica groaned silently and hurried back inside. When the neighbors learned what had happened, they were entertained by the tale. No one ever again parked in my driveway.
Meanwhile, my mom recovered, and for once, I could enjoy my driveway to myself.
Sometimes it’s important to confront haughty people and show them the consequences of their actions. It took some planning and persistence, but in the end, I got my sweet revenge and mental serenity.
In the scenario, how would you have handled things?
