My driveway is a shared driveway for my home and the house next door. “My” part of the driveway curves around toward my garage about fifty feet from the street. The curve is right near the neighboring home’s back patio and door. My former neighbor was a nasty, bitter, inconsiderate woman. She tended to park her car temporarily right at that curve to load and unload her car (perhaps for 30 minutes or so). This prevented my car from navigating the curve and entering my garage. Usually, I simply parked in the street until she was finished. I gradually got sick and tired of her nastiness, her allowing her dog to bark incessantly on that porch for hours late into the night, her “I’m-superior-to-you” attitude because she was a Bible-believing Christian and I was a Jew.

I digress.

One afternoon, her car was planted at the driveway curve, blocking me from my own garage. Instead of parking in the street and waiting, I pulled my car up behind hers in the shared part of the driveway, turned off my car, and went in my house.

A bit later, she pounded on my back door screaming that I was blocking her and she needed to go somewhere. I acted stupid and puzzled for as long as I could before I slowly, s-l-o-w-l-y came out and moved my car.

She never blocked me again.

Petty? Yes! But it was extremely satisfying ….

Postscript: A few years after this incident, Mrs. Nasty’s husband had an affair and moved out. Mrs. Nasty sold her home to a quiet, unassuming, man who is a joy to have as a next-door neighbor.