Ok, so my dad has a parking lot next to his house. He doesn’t own the parking lot, but he had permission from the owner to use it for the past two decades or so.
Couple years ago, the parking lot is bought by some new man. This man is very protective of his vacant lot. Apparently he’s been trying to resell it ever since he bought it, with no success. He’s had a big “FOR SALE” sign posted for the past 2 or 3 years.
My father has tried to buy or lease the lot, but this man wants $800 A MONTH TO LEASE (not a penny less), 100,000 to buy. Which is a completely insane price for it.
He won’t let us park on it at all, and threatens to tow away any vehicle that parks on his precious lot. I doubt he wants it car free to make his little lot of land look prettier and easier to sell, because he let’s the damned grass and thorns grow on the lower non gravel side of the property (which slopes down on a hill) and that makes it look more unsellable than anything.
Ok, so I knew this guy was ornery, but I never saw him face to face. I decided to be daring and temporarily park my car (1973 Roadrunner) in order to wax it, since the plug in waxer thingy was in the house.
So as I’m waxing the car in the early morning this angry guy with a big handlebar mustache shows up, and he’s just fucking FURIOUS.
“Get the FUCK off of here. This is PRIVATE PROPERTY. I’m getting this thing towed RIGHT NOW! Your old man owns that place right over there, doesn’t he? GET HIM OUT HERE!!”
He went on with his tirage of obscenities, threatening to tow my car, then he proceeded to take a trash can that was actually on our property line (it was right on the outside of the fence) and he THREW it into the yard.
It would have been a simple matter for me to drive my car to the side of the block and park it near the sidwalk, but the man had be boxed in with his big van parked by the exit.
So I rush inside the house to get my father who comes out and confronts him. Handlebar mustache guy is throwing a hissy fit about the car being parked there, threatening to tow it, blah blah.
Now here’s a really strange twist. During the confrontation, dad repeatedly asks for his name. He refuses to give it (“no I won’t give you my fucking name!”) and keeps on spouting off about us being “fucking freeloaders” and us being total worthless trash.
My dad helped me get the road runner out of there and parked to where it originally was only a few blocks away, as maneuvering out of the lot with the big van in the way was no easy task.
While he was doing that, I gave handlebar mustache guy a big shit eating grin and said “well, the car’s gone now, enjoy your empty lot” as he glared at me, as I walked back into the house with a look of satisfaction, his nefarious plot to get my car towed away thwarted.
Seriously, what the fuck is this guy’s problem? Sure, it’s his lot, but he needs to chill the fuck out and take some Anger Management classes or something.