I can’t wait to move into our house and become homeowners again. There are so many great things about owning a home, but one of the best things is that you get to leave the Hell that is apartment living. Last night, we got home at about 7:30pm after dinner, only to find that someone had parked in our covered parking space. We pay money on top of our rent every month to be able to use it. When we first moved in, we accidentally parked in the space next to our assigned space, and within an hour, someone had our car towed. It cost $185 to retrieve it from the towing company.

Last night, I figured I would just do the person a favor, and not call the towing company. Heck, we only have a couple more weeks living here, I suppose I could save someone the hassle and money. Well, this morning I saw that the car was still in our spot, so I wrote a note asking the person not to park in our spot, and that the next time they did, the car would be towed. When I was going up to the car, the lady who owns it, hopped in and started backing out. I tapped on the window, but the music was blasting (it *was* 7:15am, after all) so I knocked harder. She stopped and opened up the door, and a blast of sound and smoke came out at me. I asked her not to park in the spot. She first replied with denial, saying she only parked there for a couple hours. I told her that she was parked there at 7pm last night until now. She then tried to make an excuse, saying she was parked there for an hour, then had the late shift, then came back at 4am and parked there again. I called bullshit, since the car was in the same crooked position both times I saw it. She then got upset, saying that there were no empty parking spaces, to which I replied there always are open spaces if you are willing to walk (which we had to do), otherwise spend the money and buy a reserved space, like we do. She then said, “Fine, do what you have to do then, and call the tow truck”. All the while, I was trying to get the point across that I did her a frickin’ favor by not calling the goddamn towing company. Jeez. Try to be nice, and you get a shitload of attitude.

You know what? At this point, I say to Hell with it. Next time, I am just going to call the towing company without a second thought, just as that person did with us months ago. Man, I hate living in an apartment. Oh, did I mention the drunk driver who, a couple weeks ago, busted through the entrance gates, then overshot her carport and drove through someone’s patio gate? And it wasn’t even the first time! Oh, the joy of apartment living.