The Neighbor from Hell

For the past month, every Friday night, I’d come home to find my block transformed into a noisy mess. Tonight was no different.

As I pulled into my driveway, I saw a strange car parked in my spot. My entitled neighbor, Jessica, was hosting yet another party. I could see the colorful lights and hear the loud music coming from her house.

Confrontation

Frustration bubbled up inside me. I stepped out of my car and marched over to Jessica’s house, my patience wearing thin. Jessica appeared, holding a glass of wine. “Hey, Susan! Another great party, huh?” she said, flashing a bright smile.

“Jessica, this has to stop,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Someone parked in my driveway again, and I can’t get into my garage!”

Jessica shrugged. “Oh, come on, Susan. It’s just one night. You can park on the street.”

“That’s not the point,” I snapped. “This is the fourth week in a row. I’m tired and just want to park in my own driveway!”

Jessica rolled her eyes. “I’ll ask around and see whose car it is, but no promises. Relax and let everyone enjoy the party!”

A Bigger Problem

The next Friday, things got worse. That night, I received a call from my mom. “Susan, I need to go to the hospital. My heart’s acting up again,” she said, her voice weak and shaky.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Mom,” I assured her, grabbing my keys and rushing to the door. But when I got to my driveway, my heart sank. I was blocked in by Jessica’s party guests.

Desperate, I pulled out my phone and called a taxi. When I finally reached my mom’s house, I found her pale and clutching her chest. We hurried to the hospital, my frustration boiling over. This was the final straw.

Taking Action

The following Friday, as Jessica’s party started again, I decided enough was enough. I parked my car strategically to block in the guests’ cars. A few hours later, there was a loud knock on my door. I opened it to find Jessica, her face red with anger. “Susan, move your car! You’ve blocked everyone in!” she yelled.

“No, Jessica. I’ve had enough of your parties and the inconvenience they cause. This is my driveway, and I’m not moving my car.”

She threatened to call the police. I shrugged, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. “Go ahead, call them. I’d love to explain to them how your guests have been blocking me in for weeks.”

The Police Arrive

Jessica called the police, and Officer Miller arrived. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, took a sip, and tried to look a bit wobbly before answering. When I opened the door, the officer looked serious. “Good evening, ma’am. We received a complaint about a blocked driveway,” he said.

I put on my best “tipsy” smile. “Jessica’s party guests have been blocking my driveway for weeks. Tonight, I decided to return the favor!”

Officer Miller sighed. “I understand your frustration, ma’am, but you need to move your car.”

I shook my head dramatically. “I’d love to help, Officer, but I’ve been drinkin’. Legally, I can’t drive right now.”

Officer Miller scratched his head. “Are you saying you’ve had enough to drink that you can’t safely operate your vehicle?”

I nodded. “Yes, sir! I’m parked legally in my own driveway. I can’t move my car without breakin’ the law. Safety first!”

Resolution

The next morning, I visited the local police station to file a formal complaint. Officer Miller reviewed the videos I had taken of Jessica’s guests repeatedly parking in my driveway. “This is solid evidence,” he said. “Let’s go have a chat with your neighbor.”

Jessica’s face turned red when she saw us approaching. “We’ve reviewed some evidence, and it’s clear your guests have been parking illegally in Ms. Tanner’s driveway multiple times. I’m issuing fines for the illegal parking,” Officer Miller said.

Jessica grumbled and stormed back inside. No one ever parked in my driveway again. My mom recovered, and I finally enjoyed my driveway in peace. Sometimes, you have to stand up to entitled people and show them that their actions have consequences.