I’m Bob, a construction foreman working on a tough job halfway up a steep hill. Since there’s no road access to the site, we rely on just two clearly marked no parking spots at the bottom of the hill to keep our deliveries running smoothly.

One morning, a woman rolled up in her SUV and parked right in one of those spots—completely ignoring the signs.

I approached her politely and asked if she could move so our lumber delivery could get through. She brushed me off, saying, “Deal with it,” like the rules didn’t apply to her.

A few minutes later, the delivery truck showed up, loaded with materials we needed to keep the job going. I asked her again to move, and again she refused—told us we could just unload around her.

So… that’s exactly what we did—but not in the way she was expecting. The truck driver carefully parked so close to her SUV that she was completely boxed in—no way to open her driver’s side door.

She was stuck between the delivery truck and a nearby porta-potty. When she realized she couldn’t get out normally, she had to awkwardly climb over into the passenger seat and crawl out from that side. Then she started yelling at us to move the truck.

I calmly explained that, for safety reasons, we couldn’t move the truck while the load was still unsecured. That really set her off—she threatened to report us and refused to cooperate.

Right then, parking enforcement showed up—just as she was trying to back out. In her frustration, she hit the porta-potty and ended up stuck on the curb.

Then the police arrived. Because she’d been driving recklessly with her kid in the car, they arrested her. Her son was picked up by his grandmother, and we were finally able to finish unloading without any more drama.

That day, karma stepped in and taught her a pretty expensive lesson about entitlement—and after that, those parking spots stayed clear.