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Neighbors guest keeps blocking our driveway and doesn't listen
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Image is representative only and does not depict the actual subjects of the story.
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This guy’s routine is always the same. Car pulls up in the wrong direction. Engine on or off. Phone out. Ten to twenty minutes of absolutely nothing that requires being parked exactly where he should not be. The street is open. The neighbor’s own lower driveway is open. Legal spots exist. Yet somehow the prime spot is always the one that cuts off someone else’s exit.
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What makes it extra irritating is the pattern creep. It starts with the casual blocking. Then there is the trunk loading in the shared lower driveway late at night. Random slamming of stuff. Headlights flashing like a low-budget light show at 1:30 in the morning. All of it loud enough to make sure everyone knew he had arrived, even though no one invited him into their sleep schedule.
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On the surface it looks minor. Ten minutes here, twenty there, a few trunk slams. But that is how boundary erosion works. They count on the fact that calling the cops feels extreme and complaining every time feels petty. The result is a quiet little hostage situation where the driveway is only technically theirs.
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The neighbors are not exactly helping the case. They are the kind of people who occasionally park in the wrong place and then play innocent when asked to move. Nothing dramatic enough to start a war, just enough small violations to wear down any good will. It builds this annoying background hum of disrespect that turns every new incident into proof this is just how they operate.
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This confrontation was always going to happen. At some point the sentence I was just stops working as a universal excuse. There is a big difference between being a pushover and being a villain. Saying hey, stop blocking the driveway is not cruel. It is basic civic hygiene. If he wants to scroll his phone, load his trunk, or perform late-night parking theater, the public street is right there, wide open, and blissfully not yours.
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