Ain’t No Walk In The Park(ing)
We live on a small road with houses facing each other across it. Parking can be a pain, but it’s normally fine as there are plenty of communal spaces very near.
On the day of our wedding, we ask our neighbour opposite us if they could not park in front of their house between 2:00 and 3:00 pm — they have a garage, two offroad spaces, and communal parking — because the wedding car will be coming and it’s a struggle to get to our house. The neighbour agrees and we think that’s another thing checked off the list.
Of course, on the day of the wedding, the wedding car spends thirty minutes trying to edge the way around not one, but two of that neighbour’s cars, blocking the road and causing the whole wedding to be late.
We chalk it up to a pair of petty, jealous idiots that don’t want others to be happy. We don’t bother acknowledging them from that point on.
Fast forward a year or so. I’m clearing out the garage and am parked in front of the house. I load up the car with some donations when the same neighbour from before comes over, panicking.
Neighbour: “No, no, no. You can’t park there.”
Me: “What?”
Neighbour: “We have viewings. You need to move your car.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, I saw that you’re selling. Sure, I’ll move my car when I’m finished.”
Neighbour: “Good, good.”
I waited for her to go back inside and then I did the same. I made a cup of coffee and ignored the doorbell. I doubt parking in front of the house was the reason it didn’t sell — the house was massively overpriced — but it felt nice for some petty Karma.
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