I bet everyone who ever lived in a complex has a story
Mine was in the military, off base housing. I worked mid shift, got home at 7 a.m. every day. Neighbor lady liked my spot, in front of her door, and since it was empty at night she just took it. 7 a.m. rolls around, and she is asleep and not answering. I parked in the next spot over (I knew that neighbor, he had a bike he parked by hs door) and left her a note. Next day, same thing, no note. I am tired and pissy after a long night, so I park right next to her car. RIGHT. NEXT. TO. My wife said she came hollering around 9 a.m. that she couldn't get into her car. She goes out, and if there was an inch between the cars it was a miracle. No freaking clue how I did that half asleep and bleary eyed .
I, of course, got chewed out a bit by the wife. Not for parking, but for the fact that she had to figure out how to keep from damaging anything while they moved around.



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