Why is this so funny? Because it’s about control. That piece of land is the one thing you own in a chaotic world.
Parking there feels like a tiny invasion. It’s like using someone’s toothbrush. You didn’t ask. You just did it.
And the revenge fantasies are gold. People dream of leaving angry notes with glitter inside. Or a bag of dog poop on the hood.
Nobody ever actually does the poop thing. But we all think about it. That’s the fun part.
The Golden Rule
So what’s the answer? Simple: ask first. Nine times out of ten, people will say yes if you’re polite.
Knock on the door. Say “Hey, I’m just popping into the bakery for five minutes.” They’ll probably wave you in.
But if you just park and walk away? You’re a villain in their life story. You’re the reason they now own a security camera.
