I see that this guy's car is running. I watch him frantically at 2 am looking around for who's car is in the way. He sees me and starts complaining about it, not knowing it's mine. He says he just wants to go home and doesn't understand why some people gotta be such jerks. I tell him maybe the owner of the car was mad because you were in his spot. I told him some people pay extra monthly for another spot. He gives up and goes back into his buddy's unit. I go inside and go to bed.
I go out in the morning to go out for a bit and the guy is sitting on his buddy's doorstep. I wave and get in my car and leave. Made that jerk sit trapped all night till 9 am.
The look on his face as I entered my car was priceless."
"Years ago, I lived on a street that had another street branch off of it, two doors down from my house. At the end of the other street were a group of younger dealers that rode scooters to do their business around town (I knew this because one of my friends bought from them on a regular basis).
All hours of the day and night these stupid scooters buzzed up and down the street. A couple of them didn't have mufflers, so they were LOUD. I called the cops, but they were useless. I came up with the bright idea of spreading cinderblock grit (the material cinderblocks were made of) in the corner where the streets intersected.
This material was gray, and it was like little ball bearings when spread on the pavement. I got a bucket of the grit and proceeded to spread it all over the corner. About that time, I heard the buzz of a scooter coming down the street. I literally had to jump over a fence into some bushes to avoid being seen.
Scooter/dealer dude hit the corner and the scooter FLEW out from under him. Sounded like a car crash. No injuries, and just a broken mirror on the scooter. The whole bunch of them moved 3 days later and it started raining about a day later and most of it washed away.
Looking back on it, someone could have been injured, but they were dealers and they were a huge neighborhood nuisance.
I took care of the problem."
"I received a parking notice on my vehicle telling me my car was abandoned and will be towed to a city compound for not being moved. My car was parked in one spot legally, is registered and insured, and was only there for 2 days. This was on a residential street in front of my condo.
When I noticed the slip on my window and went to investigate what it was, I noticed another person two condos over leering at me with a sense of accomplishment.
I called the city information line and explained the situation. They retorted with 'anyone can legally call on any car and without the real knowledge if the car moves daily or not get a notice placed within the day. The city is just doing their job.' I was frustrated but then asked the person if that was the case and without any investigation, l could theoretically call every vehicle on the street for abandonment and they would have to then just 'do their job.'
They replied with, 'seems like more trouble then it seems but sure,' not realizing that my pettiness knows no bounds.
I did just that.
I took photos of everyone's license plate parked on the street, entered each vehicle into my city's online site and within two hours a city vehicle had shown up to unleash my devious plan.
While taking the picture of one of the cars, the person leering at me before came out his door and asked, 'Why are you photographing my car? This is a private neighborhood!' Whatever he was trying to say was obviously blinded by rage, and I just proceeded to give a devilish smile and walked into my unit.
My city worker hero called me, as you must provide loose info before entering vehicle complaints and I answered and explained what had all unfolded throughout the day, not leaving any parts out or any lack of info on what my part in all this was. He laughed, amused at what I had devised, and replied with 'This is the easiest last two hours of my night, thank you for this.'
I laughed said no problem and went to sleep with every vehicle with a parking complaint."
"The elementary school that my kids attended had serious parking issues. There were very few available parking spots so the school decided they would put two front row spots up for auction. The winner would have a reserved parking spot for the entire school year. I won a spot and the school even put up a 'RESERVED for (me)' sign.
One day, I arrived to pick up my kids and someone was parked in MY spot. He was sitting in their car so I got out of mine and knocked on their window and told him that he was parked in my reserved spot and could they please move. He refused. So I did the only logical thing a person could do.
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