Inconsiderate Jerk

They're, once again, resurfacing the parking lot in my apartment complex. This time they blocked off right in front of my apartment for two days. Lovely.

Friday evening I got home really late, so I parked in such a way that I might have been blocking one garage space. From where I was it looked like it should be fine, the driver might have to take a little more care than they'd like, but I was pretty sure they could get into (or out of) their garage.

Apparently the owner didn't agree. When I got to my car Saturday morning (a mere 9 hours later—really, I got home at midnight and left around 9) I had a love note on my windshield. "Stop blocking my garage you inconsiderate f---" I was admonished. Lovely. I toyed with the idea of taping a note to his garage (for there is no way that was written by a chick) apologizing for the inconvenience and explaining that as a single female getting home at midnight it certainly was not safe for me to be walking around alone. Perhaps next time the parking situation requires that I park 2 or 3 blocks from my building I can call him up for an escort since, I would appear, he's a pretty intimidating guy. I opted, instead, to do nothing. I did keep his note, just in case he damaged my car. A check over later reviled no key scratches, so that's good.

All in all, with neighbors like, that I'm glad I blocked his spot instead of walking around alone at all hours of the morning/night. Who knows what might have jumped out of the bushes and maimed me.