72. I’ve Never Been So Proud Of Myself
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There’s a new truck in my apartment’s parking lot. Always taking up multiple spots, ALWAYS. Weird angles, close to the stairs, all over the place (no assigned parking, unfortunately). Months of this.
I drive a much smaller car than that, and I’m petty/passive-aggressive, so I’ve been waiting for my chance. A few days ago was my shot.
I got home quite late, and there were zero spots open in my lot. Big truck is double parked again, but there’s juuust enough room on their driver’s side for me to sneak in there with my little clown car.
I carefully pull in, making sure not to touch anything, no damage, no nothing. My passenger-side mirror is half an inch from their driver-side door. I giggled to myself all the way back to my apartment and set an alarm, and waited.
The following morning I wake up before the alarm to a loud door slamming and stomping around. I check out my window, and I see the culprit walking around both vehicles, taking pictures, texting someone, taking more pictures, I’m shaking with glee.
They then swallow their pride, let out a visual sigh, and climb in the passenger side, clamber over the center console, and Austin Powers 20 point turn their butts out of the spot. I’ve never been so proud of myself and my petty, passive-aggressive ways.
