When I was about 4 or 5, I used to live in a little house right across an amusement park. All I remember is that parking cost a pretty penny. That’s why some people would come and park right across the street from us. So on summer days, our street was packed.

And although that sometimes irked my parents, ONE woman took it way too far. She didn’t park across the street. She didn’t park in the middle of the street. No, she parked in our GARAGE.

Crazy, right?

My dad was a bit…surprised. So he didn’t do anything too big, he just got his car and parked right behind her(horizontally) so that she couldn’t get out. Then we all left for a couple hours.

When we got back she was upset, and we just laughed it off thinking it was a one-time thing.

But it wasn’t. She did it again. Parked right back in our garage.

But, this time she caught my dad in a bad mood. He saw the car there, then picked the lock on her car door. He went inside, grabbed her cup of lemonade and spilled it all over the floor. Then he dismantled the passenger seat and left it on the curb of our house.

He waited and watched.

The woman walked right up into our driveway, not even noticing that the seat was RIGHT THERE. When she went into our garage, the first thing she noticed was her cup on the floor. She cussed and got into the car.

Then we heard another string of cuss words and she came out of the car. My dad, watching all of this from the window, started laughing.

The lady, who probably heard the sound of an animal wheezing in my house, was upset and probably scared.

She picked up her seat from the curb of our house and put it into her car.

Never again did we hear from that lady.