Living in a neighborhood has its advantages, but sometimes, parking isn’t one of them.

When there are lots of cars, the best street parking spots can be hard to get.

Most of the time, people can figure things out without too much drama, but not always.

In this story, the neighbors were very picking (and hypocritical) about how the parking should work.

Check out the details below to see how he got back at them.

You believe residents should get priority over street parking!? Okay no problem!!!!!

I live on a cul-de-sac where I rent a back house from my landlords.

There’s another elderly tenant who lived inside the landlord’s house I was very close with that we’ll call Good Sir.

I have these neighbors next to me who I had gotten along with for as long as I had lived here before the pandemic, the husband (we’ll call him Mr. Chill) especially has been cool with me.

Sounds like a nice setup, but I can tell from the nicknames he is giving, things aren’t as good as they seem.

My neighbors have three cars between them, two belong to Mr. Chill and the wife (we’ll call her Mrs. Hypocrite), and the other car belongs to their daughter (we’ll call her The Hog).

When the pandemic hit, Mr. Chill’s family for reasons that didn’t make sense to me suddenly stopped parking their cars in the driveway and would park them all on the curb in front of their house as well as The Hog taking the spot I usually parked in more so than her parents did.

Finally, after a few months of this going on I see The Hog outside and I ask her if she wouldn’t mind sharing the spot that I used to park at with me explaining my situation with being overworked and exhausted from my job.

She gives me an annoyed look and just responds by saying “I use it.”

I realize I’m wasting my time, tell her never mind and go inside.

Not even 5 minutes later there is a knock at the door and its Good Sir letting me know that the neighbors want to talk with me.

Wow, Mom has to make a big deal out of him asking her daughter to share the spot?

Mrs. Hypocrite is standing there all pissed looking asking me what the problem is.

I explain to Mrs. Hypocrite what I said to The Hog and she apologizes for coming off so angry and says, “you know street parking is what it is, it’s first come first serve, and we’re not parking to try and give anyone a hard time.”

The conversation goes nowhere but we end it peacefully.

About a week later I’m parked in my spot for a change and my girlfriend comes over to visit with our child.

It’s summertime and it’s hot. Towards the evening I get a knock on the door and its Good Sir.

He says the neighbors want to talk and I see Mr. Chill standing right there and he just asks if my girlfriend could move her car because she’s got a bunch of curb behind her car but not enough for another car to fit.

He was going to move the car, why is Mrs. Hypocrite freaking out?

Before I can even say anything, Mrs. Hypocrite shows up out of nowhere and goes off saying “I’M SICK OF GOING BACK AND FORTH ABOUT THIS! SHE IS DOUBLE PARKED AND THERE’S NOT ENOUGH ROOM FOR ANOTHER CAR TO FIT! I UNDERSTAND THAT SHE’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S VISITING BUT I BELIEVE THAT RESIDENTS SHOULD GET PRIORITY PARKING FIRST. IT LOOKS LIKE YOU GUYS ARE TRYING TO SAVE THE PARKING FOR YOURSELVES! AND I’M NOT DEALING WITH THIS ANYMORE! SHE NEEDS TO MOVE HER CAR!”

I’m in complete shock and have a lot I wanted to say, but I don’t and just go inside to ask my girlfriend to move.

She thinks they’re hypocrites and moves just because she feels like that’s all they have to feel proud of in their lives.

The only reason I gave into them is just so my landlords do not get involved and risk it turning into them not wanting to renew my lease with me otherwise I would have said something.

Funny enough, even though they got pissed at my gf for double parking, The Hog is the queen of doing that on our cul-de-sac without Mrs. Hypocrite telling her anything.

Last year in November Good Sir wasn’t doing too well and went into hospice care eventually passing away unfortunately.

He gave me his car as a gift and a thank you for being family to him.

I now had two cars, two spots, and an idea.

Oh, I bet I can predict exactly what he is going to do. And I love it.

Enter (Petty) Malicious Compliance

Mrs. Hypocrite said that street parking is first come first serve and that residents should have priority over the parking, well then, so be it!

I only need to use one car and the other can just stay parked.

Since I am a resident, I decided to park whichever car I am not using in the spot that I would normally park at and swap them out every two weeks in rotation. My girlfriend parks where Good Sir used to.

I love it when things work out so perfectly.

The Hog, her boyfriend, and Mrs. Hypocrite have not touched that spot since I started doing this since one of my two cars is always there.

As a little bonus too, Mrs. Hypocrite put one of their cars they aren’t using back in the driveway and when there’s a party going on and all the parking is taken up, the spot in front of their house is sometimes open and since, again, I am a resident and the guests have taken all the other spots, well, I guess I do need a spot to park at after all right?

Sorry Mrs. Hypocrite and/or The Hog, I guess you’ll just have to park around the block and take a nice walk to get to your house!

I’m only following what you believe the parking rules should be!

Rest in peace Good Sir, I miss you every single day, I’ll always love you as my own family.

For the life of me, I can’t understand why some people think that they will get better results from yelling and screaming than just talking things through.

Take a look at some of the comments on this story from Reddit:

He must have been very kind to “Good Sir” to have a vehicle left to him.

I noticed that too. Both the neighbor and OP used it incorrectly.

I don’t get why people don’t use their driveway (or garage!).

Just park in your own driveway!

Why is that so hard?

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