When I bought my first home, I thought I’d found peace—until my neighbor Peter started parking in my driveway. At first, it was “just for a few minutes,” but soon it was constant. Every time I confronted him, he’d apologize, then do it again.
After months of frustration, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Before leaving for a weekend trip to Vegas, I parked my car squarely in his driveway, trapping both his cars. A few hours later, I checked my phone mid-flight—six frantic texts from Peter: he was late for work, his wife had a doctor’s appointment, and he needed me to move my car. I replied, “Just for a few minutes while I take care of business. Back Sunday. Neighbors should help each other out, right?” Then I blocked his number.
When I returned, his cars were still trapped. The next day, he left without a word. It’s been three weeks, and he hasn’t parked in my driveway once.
Sometimes, the only way to make a point is to let someone feel exactly what they’ve been doing to you.
