Andre Van Dam

Neighbor: “You need to move your car. My wife is coming home, and she needs that space.” I stared at the man standing in my driveway. Me: “This is my driveway. You’ve been parking here every evening for two weeks without asking.” Neighbor: “It’s just a few hours. Don’t be difficult.” Me: “Then park in your own driveway.” He rolled his eyes and walked away. The next morning, I found a handwritten note on my windshield. “Some neighbors make life difficult for no reason. Remember that we have to live beside each other.” I was furious. That evening, I parked my car right in the middle of my driveway, leaving no room for him to squeeze in. A few minutes later, he knocked on my door. Neighbor: “Are you serious? Where am I supposed to park now?” Me: “In your own driveway.” He started arguing, but before I could respond, his wife came around the corner carrying two grocery bags. Wife: “What’s going on?” He pointed at my car. Neighbor: “He’s deliberately blocking the space I usually use.” She looked at him, then at me. Wife: “What space?”