Pro Tip: Never park in a neighbor’s spot or this might just happen. These people share how they got their revenge after a neighbor knowingly parked in their spot. Content has been edited for clarity purposes.
“Where I live, there’s a parking area for residents who live on our block. However, neighbors from outside our block seem to think they can park there.
After contacting our local council, they sent out letters to these people explaining the parking spaces were allocated, specifically for people who reside in our block.
I came home from a night shift to find no spaces available, but one of the ‘other neighbors’ ( who’d had a letter from the council asking her not to park there) had parked in one of our spaces. I simply parked my car so it was blocking her in.
Then I had my regular cup of tea, before heading to bed. Around 10 am, my wife woke me.
She said, ‘There’s this woman at the door claiming your car is blocking her in.’
I said, ‘Tell her I’m in bed after a long night shift and to come back around four pm.’
Ten minutes later, this woman was now banging furiously on our door. I got up, put some underwear on, and answered the door.
I said, ‘I’d just finished a stretch of four 12-hour night shifts and just want to sleep right now. Come back later and I will move my car.’
She said something about me making her late for work.
I replied, ‘You got a letter from the council telling you politely not to park there, which you chose to ignore, so take it up with the council.’ Also, told her to catch a bus if she was that worried about work and explain to her employers how she ignored a council directive not to park her car there.
Lastly, I told her if she knocked on my door again, I would not answer it until six pm after I slept. Then I closed the door and went back to bed. She hasn’t parked there for the past two and a half years.”
“After a massive snowstorm, I dug my car out and went to work to feed the many animals I was responsible for. When I came home, some prick had decided to park in the space I had cleared out. The spot was on a hill just up from the corner and my father’s second car was half a car farther up so I backed my car up right behind them. My front end was just at the edge of the cross street so they could not just back out.
I proceeded to replace every bit of snow that I had removed the day before, completely burying their car. I then misted said snow with a garden hose prior to it going down into the low teens overnight.
I happened to be looking out the window in the morning when miss snob came down to her car. Her howl of ‘What happened to my car!’ could have woken the dead!
When they returned a few minutes later to dig it out, they brought a broom. Once they had gotten out a few hours later, I cleaned my spot again reserving the snow in case I needed it again. To say the least, they did not park in my space again.”
Don’t Mess With Her Parking Spot Or Her Man
“There was a very manipulative and conniving woman I once knew that was persistent on taking my boyfriend. I came home one day and found her car in my parking space and her inside my house practically pawing my boyfriend. I was upset and let her know in no uncertain terms I didn’t want her in my house and certainly not parked in my space outside. She thought it was funny and she pushed me to the point of threatening her if I found her in my house or parking spot again. I was pretty rattled by her flippant and challenging response.
Two days later, I came home, and again there was her car parked in my space which meant she was in my house drooling over my boyfriend or worse. I called my boyfriend on the phone while outside and told him she better move her car or she wasn’t going to like what I was going to do. The woman grabbed the phone from my boyfriend’s hand and dared me to do anything and to just get over it. Wrong answer.
At the time I drove a lifted jeep Cherokee with a big Rhino bar on the grill. Without hanging up the phone, I put the beast (what I called my jeep) in reverse and lost my mind. I backed up about two yards, put it in drive, and floored the accelerator. My jeep rammed her little Toyota which made her come running outside. Then to my utter surprise, she threatened me and dared me to do it again. Her Toyota was dented but not ruined. My jeep had literally no damage.
So, per her request, I backed up my jeep again and put even more distance between her car and my jeep.
I yelled out my window, ‘You better move your car. I’m going to ram it out of my spot again.’
She looked at me and said, ‘Go ahead, cow Do it and I’ll kick your butt!’
I floored my jeep and this time pretty much disabled her beat-up car. Then I jumped out of my jeep while she was still in shock and I grabbed her by the neck and proceeded to kick her butt.
I got her down to the ground and said, ‘I warned you not to park in my spot again!’
Just about then her actual boyfriend showed up and pulled me off of her.
Her boyfriend put her in his car and left. A tow truck showed up later that day and took what was left of her cheap ol’ Toyota away.
I destroyed her car and got into a physical altercation with her all over a parking spot. Oh, and over my boyfriend, who I broke up with the next day. I haven’t had any problems with someone taking my parking spot since. Also, I knew she wouldn’t call the cops because she already had the law trying to find her from some warrants she had.”
Not All Heroes Wear Capes
“I lived in an apartment complex and had a numbered cover stall for both of my spots. I was on the end. My second spot was next to the big dumpsters that we were able to use for cardboard and recycling.
I had two cars parked at my apartment. One night, I came home and there was a Honda Civic parked in my spot. I had to park in guest parking about 200 feet away and haul my groceries to my apartment I was livid. I had two bags almost break and had to set half the stuff down and make multiple trips.
I finally got everything into my apartment and put away when I went out again to find the person who was responsible for taking my spot. I looked around to see if I could find anyone standing around that I could ask about the car, but there was no one.
I wrote a note saying, ‘This is a reserved spot for my apartment. You were parking in my spot, so please move your car to the guest spots.’
I woke up the next morning and the stupid Honda was still there. And to make it worse, the note had been removed. I could see the note on the passenger seat. I was fuming at this point. They read it and still didn’t move.
So I was sitting there trying to figure out what to do next when our trash guy showed up.
He said, ‘Hey! Do you know anything about the lock and chain on the gate for the recycles?’
I told him no I didn’t why? He said he had to figure out how to lock the gate so people didn’t steal the cans until he could get a replacement lock and chain. He mentioned he was going to park his truck sideways there but it would block my parking spot.
That’s when I had a lightbulb moment. Block my spot? I started giggling.
I said, ‘That’s ok, you can block my spot. I’m not using it at the moment and don’t need to for a while. My car is parked next to it, and my other one is over there, pointing to the guest spot area.
He said, ‘Oh thank you!’
He proceeded to back up his big commercial truck with the forklift things on the front of it, and got out to yell, ‘Thank you so much! I’ll be back as soon as I can!’
Then he ran over to the small pickup truck they usually drove.
I yelled back with a smirk on my face, ‘Take your time!'”
A Nasty Revenge
“On a very hot Saturday morning, my neighbor from over the road came to ask me if I had a visitor in a blue 5-series BMW that had parked in front of his garage door, parking him in.
I said, ‘Nope.’
He was a dentist and had to get to his practice to urgently treat a kid from a rugby injury so I let him use my car. After he left, I asked the rest of the neighbors in our little street if it was their visitor’s car. Nope again.
Shortly thereafter, a jogger returned from his run and unlocked the BMW with his remote. I asked him why he parked where he did.
He looked at me like I was stupid and said, ‘It’s in the shade!’
I replied, ‘That is the stupidest thing I have ever seen.’
He started getting shirty with me so I told him, ‘My girlfriend said I’m not allowed to fight anymore but I will be more than willing to beat the living out of him if you don’t leave pronto.’
No jokes, exactly two weeks later, I opened my garage door to go shopping when I saw I was parked in. By the exact same blue 5-series BMW.
So I called the dentist neighbor who suggested we pop all four tires.
‘Bad idea,’ I said, ‘His car will be there all day long then.’
So I called my friend who owned a towing company asking if he could come and tow the BMW and leave it in the ghetto 20 kilometers away.
He said, ‘Let’s rather get my bus recovery vehicle and winch the car up the nearest electricity pylon.’
I replied, ‘No, too incriminating for me.’
Taking a break from scheming, I went for a pee in the pool room toilet and guess what I found. A nice two-day-old, stinky, hot sloppy ploppy floater, left by the gardener.
Cool, I got the egg-lifter and smeared a nice millimeter serving under each BMW door handle (the kind you use four fingers to pull up). Then I open a cold Bud Light, watched, and waited.
Finally, the dim wit jogger returned nice and sweaty. He opened the door, got in, closed the door, started the car, slid his fingers through his sweaty hair, and drove off.
I yelled out, ‘Have a nice day!'”
Grandma’s Parking Spot
“I bought a hose and a sprinkler and we ran it every time someone took the only space for our apartment. My gramma, queen of petty, called the cops to ticket and tow anyone who wasn’t a resident of our four-unit building. I also blocked the space with traffic cones when I wasn’t there and left my car in the spot for days on end at times.
We had only one space for the building, and it directly adjoined the footpath to the apartments. My grandmother was disabled, using a walker when we moved in, but wheelchair-bound by her last year. No one else in our building used assistive devices or had mobility issues, and we also frequently needed paramedic access due to her worsening medical conditions.
However, rude neighbors continually blocked the footpath and took the space, leaving us unable to get her around safely. Plus, we lived next to a particularly problematic club, whose visitors also decided to steal our spot or block the driveway and garages despite having a large parking lot and use of temporary parking behind the businesses facing the main street.
We’d spoken to the assistant manager next door, who did her best to keep the spot open for us, and the apartment manager, who agreed that we should have the spot due to lack of ADA (accessible parking spaces) parking and access.
Well, no one listened. The rude new family kept taking it because they had a baby, the upstairs neighbor took it because ‘they’d lived here longest’, and the one in front claimed her daughter needed it because she was going to college. Everyone parked terribly, making it impossible to get by using a walker or wheelchair plus oxygen tanks, let alone an ambulance crew and gurney.
So, I bought a hose and sprayed their cars when they took it. Apparently, my sister dumped a water bottle into some club goer’s open window and seat, because he cussed gramma out when she politely asked him if he could move his car so she could get in the house with her walker. She had him towed before their meeting ended. She cackled when she heard the tow truck.
On the bright side, by her last few months, everyone was mostly parking on the street and leaving our spot alone. Only took five years of worsening mobility and annoyance.”
HOA’s Dumping Ground
“A few years back when New Jersey was hit with three huge snowstorms in like ten days, our son was renting our condo from us. All the tenants and owners have assigned parking spots. His spot just happened to be on the end and next to a double spot where the dumpsters were, so when the first storm of 30 inches hit, he went out and cleared his car to get to work. When he came home and the plow company plowed the lot, they put the dumpsters in front of the piles, so people could throw garbage out.
He pulled in to go to his spot and all the freaking plowed snow was in his spot and behind the dumpsters! So he had to park two blocks away at the bank parking lot, he knew he’d be up early so he’d be gone before they open. So a couple of days later, there was more snow, the same thing with his spot, a few days later, more snow, still no spot.
So, the annual spring meeting came for the owners, my wife and I arrived with bells on. The president of the association started talking about a special assessment because the budget for snowplowing went way over what was expected. There were 26 units in the complex and they wanted 500 from each unit! Not just for snowplowing, but for snow removal, so I raised my hand and said we were not paying one dime for any special assessment.
Another owner said, ‘Why do you feel you don’t have to pay?’
So I showed him the pictures of my son’s spot, I had him take a picture every day for a month of the 20-foot-high pile of snow that was where his car would have been parked. I showed the president the photos and then I asked him if he was able to park in the lot. He said yes, then I ask everybody if anyone here was NOT able to park in the lot to please raise their hand. Not one hand went up.
Then I said to him, ‘And why snow removal? The snow was never removed, it was there until it melted!’
I looked at the president and told him, ‘You better rethink this assessment and whatever the new cost is, divide it between 25 units, because like I said, we are not paying a dime for this.’
T told them my son had to park two blocks away in a bank parking lot for a month! Not one person in here was without a spot, JUST MY SON! They lowered the assessment to $250. We never paid the assessment and since then if there is any accumulation over 10 inches, the snow is put into dump trucks and dumped at the reservoir down the street.”
“The Neighbors Were The Worst In General”
“I had their truck towed at their expense. The truck was owned by a frequent guest of the townhouse next door and they were not only parking in my private two-car carport, but they were overlapping into my second space so I couldn’t fit my car into it either. Did it every time! They had done it at least a half dozen times before and were warned I would call a tow truck next time. When I did, they both cussed me out and told me I was un-neighborly for not knocking on their door. They even tried to get me to pay for the tow! A resounding ‘no’ on that one and they dropped it. I personally didn’t have any more issues, although my tenant did after I moved out. I don’t know if it was the same vehicle, but either way, they didn’t have permission to park there, so I had him put a note on the windshield stating he had permission to have the car towed next time, per the landlady. No more problems.
The neighbors were the worst in general, so it wasn’t just their guests. They defaulted on their mortgage and I guess to get revenge on the bank (and the Homeowner’s Association), they turned on all the faucets in the house, full blast, and made sure to clog the drains so the water flooded the basement. They then left like thieves in the night. Nobody knew anything was up until the basement completely filled up with water and it was flowing from the first floor down the back steps onto my back patio. My renter was horrified by the water and the ensuing mildew problems that permeated both units. The bank took several years to go in and remove the mildew (I lost my tenant.). What a nuisance!
The people over there were absolute low-lives. Good riddance!”
The Dog Didn’t Even Like Him
“I was in South Africa because of my dad’s job. We lived next door to a horrible neighbor. He always blocked our garden door, so we couldn’t take the trash out without having to deal with him or take something in and out of the garden. He also complained about our dog barking when he was parking so close to our garden gate that he was being uncomfortable. But it was his dog who was driving our dog crazy — hence why our dog was barking.
He even recorded the barks of our dog when his dog was barking in the background. I was thinking about what to do in order to get revenge on him and I made a plan.
When my dad’s mission was almost over, I placed four nails for each wheel of his truck and also used his windshield as a shooting range for my pellet weapon.
It happened on my third night in South Africa so I didn’t care if he found out I did that. I hope he found out I did that because he was a 101 percent jagoff all the time.”
No More Hunting For This Guy
“Maybe 45 years ago, I was still living at home. Our driveway was a 1/4 mile long and it had a bridge about halfway up it. Someone was hunting on our neighbor’s land, which you had to drive down our driveway and cross the bridge. He could then park on their land, which was ok with us, but I was about to leave for work when the fellow came out of the woods and got in his car to leave.
As he got to the bridge a rabbit ran across the driveway, he jumped out of his car with his weapon to chase after it, leaving his car in the middle of the bridge. I was coming down the driveway and asked if he could please move his car so I could get to work. He told me I could wait until he tried to get the rabbit, then he proceeded to disappear into the woods.
I turned around and went and got our tractor and chain. I came back and hooked the chain to the car. As I got on the tractor and started it up, he came running out of the woods yelling and screaming at me. I unhooked the chain, then went and had a talk with the neighbor. They told me they wouldn’t let him hunt on their land anymore.”
“I lived at the bottom of a steep hill in the city. I always parked in the bottom spot facing down so I could leave for work at four am. This street was full time on both sides parking whereas the intersecting street was odd-even parking.
This Karen who lived five houses down decided she was going to park in front of me in the wintertime. I called the cops because I could not back up the hill away from her due to the ice and snow. They came and said all that they could do was ticket the car. They were going for coffee and if the car was blocking the intersection then they would tow it. I was driving a huge station wagon and she had a mid-size car. I put my front bumper up against her car and pushed it into the intersection and drove on to work. She never blocked me in again.”