We had barely finished unpacking when it became clear that the woman next door had decided to make our parking situation her personal business.
There were no rules in our neighborhood limiting how many vehicles a household could keep. No community agreement, no posted guidelines, no formal policy of any kind. Both of our cars were parked legally, directly in front of our own home, entirely within our rights. None of that seemed to matter to her.
She had her own idea of how things should be done on this street, and she was determined to enforce it.
The Note on the Windshield
The first sign of trouble was a handwritten note tucked under the wiper blade of one of our cars.
The message was brief and direct. One car per household. The second vehicle needed to be moved. And if we chose not to comply, there would be consequences.
We read it, looked at each other, and honestly did not take it very seriously. Both cars were parked exactly where they were allowed to be. We were not blocking anyone’s driveway. We were not violating any actual regulation. As far as we were concerned, the note was the kind of thing that comes from a neighbor who enjoys the feeling of authority without any of the official backing that makes authority real.
We went back inside and did not move either car.
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