My Neighbors Wrapped My Car in Tape after I Asked Them to Stop Parking in My Spot — I Did Not Let It Slide
I never thought asking someone to respect a simple parking rule would turn into a neighborhood feud, but here we are. When I moved into my apartment complex, I was assigned a designated parking spot. But my neighbors—let’s call them the Millers—apparently thought my spot was fair game.
At first, I let it slide. If I came home late and found their car there, I’d park on the street, assuming it was a one-time mistake. But it kept happening. After several nights of being forced to park far from my own building, I finally knocked on their door and politely asked them to stop.
They acted friendly, apologizing and promising it wouldn’t happen again. I believed them. Big mistake.
The Petty Revenge
The very next evening, I arrived home to find their car in my spot again. This time, I wasn’t feeling so patient. I left a firm but polite note on their windshield, reminding them that this was a reserved space.
The next morning, I woke up to find my car completely wrapped in plastic wrap and duct tape. The entire thing—doors, mirrors, windshield—was covered. At first, I was too stunned to react. Who even has that much tape lying around?
But then, I saw them peeking through their window, laughing. That’s when I decided I wasn’t going to let this slide.
My Counterattack
I knew calling the landlord or towing them was an option, but I wanted to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget. So, I did a little research and found my answer: Vaseline and glitter.
That night, while they were inside, I coated their car door handles with Vaseline and sprinkled a generous amount of glitter over it. I also left another note—this time reading: “Since you enjoy pranks, I thought I’d join in. Stay out of my spot.”
The Aftermath
The next morning, I heard the loudest, angriest shouting coming from the parking lot. The Millers were furious, wiping their hands on their clothes, which only made things worse for them.
I stood on my balcony, sipping my coffee, enjoying the show. They spotted me and started yelling, but I just smiled. “Maybe next time, you’ll respect my spot,” I called down.
Fuming, they stormed off, and—guess what?—they never parked in my spot again.
The Lesson?
Some people only understand boundaries when they’re on the receiving end of pettiness. I didn’t escalate things to the point of real damage, but I made my point loud and clear.
Now, whenever I pull into my rightful parking space, I do it with a little extra satisfaction. Sometimes, a little glittery revenge is the best way to settle a parking dispute.
