Karen’s Spoiled Son Kept Using My Driveway as His Personal Parking Spot, So I Finally Did Something About It

That wiped the smirk off his face for half a second. I continued, “But the tow company will.” His mother laughed and said, “Do you know how much that car is worth?” I looked at the cracked windshield, dented door, and missing side mirror. I said, “Not as much as you think.”

The son’s face changed, like I had hit a nerve. Two days later, I had a customer coming in with a van that needed brake work. When I opened my garage, the Porsche was there again, but this time it was parked sideways. Not accidentally sideways. It blocked the whole driveway like he wanted a reaction.

I checked the cameras. He had pulled in at 7:12 a.m., looked directly at that sign, laughed, and walked away. So, I didn’t yell. I didn’t chase him. I didn’t touch the car.

I called the tow company. Then I stood on my porch with my coffee and waited. The tow driver showed up 20 minutes later. Big guy, calm face, clipboard in hand. He checked the sign.

He checked my ID. He checked the driveway. Then he said, “You’re good.” As soon as he started lowering the hooks, the blonde guy came sprinting down the street. “What are you doing?” he screamed.

“I’m doing exactly what I told you would happen.” He ran toward the Porsche, but the tow driver held up a hand. “Don’t interfere with the legal tow.” The son turned red. Then he screamed, “Mom!”

That’s when the real show started. His mother came running like the world was ending. Not walking, running. She had her phone in one hand and keys in the other, yelling, “Stop! Stop right now!”

The tow driver calmly said, “Ma’am, this vehicle is illegally parked on private property.” She pointed at me. “He’s doing this because he’s jealous.” I almost laughed. Jealous of what? The car only had two good tires.

The tow driver looked down. That’s when he noticed something strange. The rear tires didn’t match the front ones. One side sat too low. The undercarriage looked recently scraped.