To the person who thought writing all over my car was a cute little lesson, you picked the wrong one.
I walk up ready to leave and my whole window is covered in your dramatic message about parking like you run the garage. Not a note, not a normal conversation, you really stood there and treated my car like your personal whiteboard. And the crazy part? You blocked me in first, then decided I’m the problem and this is your solution.
I didn’t even argue. I went straight to your car. Found it, took a marker out of my bag, and covered your windshield so there was no way you were driving off without dealing with it. Bigger, louder, right across the glass. If I had to stand there reading your nonsense, you’re standing there dealing with mine too.
Now people are staring like I took it too far, but nobody said a word when you crossed the line first. Funny how that works.
If you’re comfortable vandalizing someone else’s car over parking, be just as comfortable when it comes right back to you. I’m not the one turning the other cheek over something like that.
