It’s only grass.”
“It’s my property.”
He smiled.
“You should appreciate having such a beautiful car decorating your yard.”
I waited for him to admit he was joking.
He didn’t.
Over the following months, I tried almost everything.
I spoke to him politely.
Left written reminders.
Offered to help him reorganize the cars in his driveway.
Sometimes he’d move the Mercedes.
But the following day, it would be back on my lawn.
Eventually, I realized Richard didn’t need the parking space.
He simply enjoyed demonstrating that he could ignore me.
