I Sealed My Garage, And My Neighbors Lost Their Minds!

My Parking Spot, My Fury

My parking spot. Karen claimed it every single day.

She even ranted in the community SnapChat, calling me "selfish" right to my face.

I'd had enough. It was time for her to taste true despair.

I bought a junk car and personally welded it into my parking spot.

Now, that spot was mine, and mine alone, forever.

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Seven PM. The city was fractured by a sudden downpour.

Rain lashed against the car windows, a relentless drumming, like countless tiny ice needles piercing my eardrums.

I drove slowly, navigating into the apartment complex's underground garage.