Many years ago, I went to a nearby post office to buy stamps. The parking lot was long and narrow — one row of cars, one lane sufficient for cars to drive past each other but no room for anything else. As I drove in, another car in front of me (a fancy sports car) parked across at least two spaces in such a way that there were empty spaces to his right and left. He leapt out and marched into the post office and I noticed another car behind me, so, with an evil grin to myself, I parked in the space next to the front of the sports car and the other vehicle parked in the space behind, effectively boxing it in. The other driver and I smiled conspiratorially and meandered slowly into the post office and stood in line. When we came out the driver of the sports car was standing there, fuming. So we took our time getting into our respective vehicles and slowly driving off. Not a word was spoken, but if looks could kill, we'd have been dead. It was the sports car driver’s own fault for being so selfish and arrogant. There were enough spaces for us all to park normally but he chose not to and got his just deserts. Karma in action!