This reminds me of something that happened to me a few years ago.
At my last apartment, I paid extra rent for a private parking spot just outside my back fence. One night, I came home from an opera and found a dark car parked in my spot. Parking was really bad on Saturday nights, and it was about midnight. I spent a long while looking for a spot, and found one that was quite a walking distance from my home.
I was very angry at this turn of events, and when I got home I immediately wrote an icily polite note that my parking spot was private property and not to park there again. I left it on the car’s windshield.
Later, my neighbor told me he had overheard the car’s drivers come back to the car. He said one of them said, “Geez, can’t this person tell we’re cops?”
When I heard that, I was really pissed. No, I couldn’t tell it was an undercover cop car. It was dark out. And speaking of dark, that’s what me, a lone well-dressed woman had to walk in six blocks after midnight on loud high heels through an iffy neighborhood, just because the police feel like they can park anywhere they damn well please.
I’m sure glad I park in a closed garage now. Although it wouldn’t surprise me if the cops decided to bust the door lock to park there if they wanted to.