My parking is your blocked car

Yesterday I went to pick up my new car. A beautiful Ice teal Chevrolet Spark. That car is so me that we fell in love instantly. So I drove myself home in my new baby avoiding potholes and water and generally yelling at everyone who dared to come too close to my new baby. In good spirits I arrived at my humble abode only to find some idiot parked in my space. So I blow the horn to tell the neighbor to come and move their car. Same way they told one of our visitors to move their car even though there was a free parking space. Now they have the nerve to tell me that all parking spaces are theirs. What the hell!!! When I moved in I was told I had two parking spaces and now these people blatantly tell me that the spaces are theirs? Well, I turned around went for a spin and the minute they left I parked my car. To me, that issue is thus settled ... you don't park in my spot! But do you think they understood? Noooooo. Today the same thing again so I blocked them. I parked right behind them. Let's see who is going to win this parking battle.

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