My parking spot was taken by a black Porsche every day at 7:30 AM. Its owner, the haughty son of a large corporation’s president, appeared to regard my house as his own property. I begged him not to park in my spot, but he disregarded my request.
I’m Daniel, and I reside on a peaceful cul-de-sac in Plano. My wife and I were looking for suburban tranquility when we moved here three years ago. However, Karen Mitchell, an authoritarian, was in charge of the homeowners’ association. Karen enforced absurd regulations, but Ethan, her son, appeared impervious. He was a recent law graduate who drove a black Porsche, which represented his sense of freedom.
I assumed it was an accident when he parked his car in my driveway for the first time. However, it turned into a habit when he disregarded my courteous request to move his car. He purposefully parked to block me every morning, and I was embarrassed by his patronizing smiles.
Karen waved her hand dismissively as I talked to her. Ethan is merely transiting. Don’t resist him; you don’t want to be fined, do you? The humiliation continued every day, despite my wife’s advice to ignore it.
Weary, I made the decision to act. And he learned a lesson from what I did. 
Something like this from me was unthinkable for him.
Something shifted in me the following morning when Ethan gave me another contemptuous look. His condescension was too much for me. The embarrassment was intolerable.
Long before he came to park his car in my space, I got up early. He never could have predicted the scene he saw as he turned the corner in his black Porsche.
I found a metal rod in my garage and used it as my personal “hammer.” I toyed with his car the way he had played with my patience. I cracked his Porsche’s windshield in two swift motions.
The impact was immediate. Ethan slowed and came to a stop, staring at his car. He accused me of vandalism and was out of the car in less time than it took to turn the key.
As soon as he began to insult me, his mother, Karen, and his older brother arrived. When the neighbors noticed the irate scene, voices started to rise.
“What are you up to?” Overcome with anger, Karen screamed.
I gently answered, “He finally learned his lesson.” “Perhaps now he’ll know what it’s like to be hated and ignored.”
There was a heavy hush. Ethan realized he had misjudged my desire for respect as he stood there, stunned. I had reclaimed my dignity by doing what I had done, which went beyond simple rebellion.
They had taught the lesson. However, the cost may be greater than I anticipated.
