Auto baron parks ugly SUV in my spot and lives to slime another day
I worked a rare Sunday, so I have off today (Friday) as a result. I got home from grocery shopping and a bright-white Cadillac Escalade with a handicapped tag but no residential parking pass was in my spot, and a decent portion of the adjacent spot, too.
I was pissed. I asked the landlord to call the tow company or figure out whose it was. He did the latter, and it turned out it was Sam Swope's car. Sam Swope owns a bunch of auto dealerships in Louisville, and he was apparently next door at the school giving a speech or something and thought he could park in our lot.
I told the landlord, "It's a good thing I didn't key Sam Swope's car, you'd've found me in the river tomorrow." He laughed heartily but then walked briskly away.
Sam Swope, here's a thought: For somebody who owns car dealerships, where you have hundreds of vehicles PARKED in a specific pattern EVERY DAY, perhaps you could learn how and where to park your goddamn car.