My feet ached, my back throbbed, and my patience finally snapped. I’d had enough. The stage was set for revenge.
The next morning, I went to the hardware store and found the perfect solution to my problem. The following evening, like clockwork, his SUV rolled right back into my driveway. I watched from the kitchen window as he got out and strolled casually to his house.
As soon as he went inside, I grabbed my wrench and headed out. Half an hour later, a bright yellow bollard stood proudly in my driveway—locked upright behind his rear bumper. I admired my work, went back inside, and slept better than I had in weeks.
Early the next morning, there was a knock at my door. He finally confronted me—furious and desperate. I didn’t answer.
Then my phone started buzzing. I ignored that too. I just went about my day, peaceful for once.
By the afternoon, his SUV was still there, trapped exactly where he’d left it. When I returned home from work, he came storming out of his house. “You blocked my car in!
I missed work! I’m reporting you!” he yelled. “Me?” I said calmly, unlocking the bollard.
“I’m not the one who keeps parking in someone else’s driveway.”
He spluttered something about “theft” and “damage” before speeding off, tires squealing. I just waved and walked inside. And now… well, I sometimes wonder if I went too far.
Maybe it was a little extreme. But then I look out at my clear, SUV-free driveway—and I can’t help thinking that bright yellow bollard might just be the best decision I ever made. Source: brightside.me
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