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Story time! I don’t fuck around with fighting over street parking. Park your damn car where there’s a spot. I had a neighbor who would leave notes on my guests’ cars saying that’s HIS spot. So I would take them off and write NO ITS NOT and put back on his https://twitter.com/sweetbabette/status/1349523097171406848
He upped his game: leaving notes on all cars that were parked between his house and the next house. They both had driveways and he 100% had space for a driveway. So I would walk my dog with a sharpie. And take off his note and write NO ITS NOT and put it on his
This went on for almost a year. Yes, dear reader, I would purposefully sit outside and wait for him to go inside. He would leave cones out during events. I would throw them onto his lawn and instruct people to park there. Then wait for his note. Write NO ITS NOT. And put on his.
Then one day he signed for a package of mine. What it contained was very expensive. Very. And he put it under my doormat. Instead of holding onto it until I came home. Or giving it to my landlords who were home. Luckily our dog walker appeared soon after and text me about it
I ignored his NO KNOCKING AFTER 8PM sign because I was in grad school and told him not to do that again. He said, “shouldn’t you say thank you?” I. Went. Off. Do not ever fucking touch my belongings. Do not come near me. Do not talk to me.
The dumbass would blow leaves (and rocks from the S&WB water piece in the street) onto our cars so I circled back on a dog walk and told him to stop. “Alright alright.”
The notes on cars stopped. This isn’t your street, baby. You inherited a house from your mom.
The notes on cars stopped. This isn’t your street, baby. You inherited a house from your mom.
