feh.

I don't like coming home and finding someone parked in my space. It means I've got to call the towing company and have them take the car away, and I don't like doing that. It feels un-neighborly, particularly four days before Christmas, although of course I know it's no more neighborly to park in someone else's space. But irrationally, you know, I get hung up on the fact that their parking in my space costs me fifteen or twenty minutes of my time, and my having them towed out of my space costs them a hundred bucks. Yes, yes: they're the ones who gambled, and they lost. But while I'm waiting for the tow truck to come (and there isn't any other parking available, you know, just some other reserved spot that isn't the one that belongs to me; the unreserved spots are all full, so it's not even that I could be nice and park elsewhere, not that I should have to), I have arguments in my head with the people who have parked in my space.

Dude, you had me towed? That sucks.
Yes, well, it's a reserved space. Reserved by me, in fact.
But did you even try to find out whose car it was and ask them to move it, before calling in the cavalry? [note: I did once have a neighbor, many addresses ago, who played this card.]
No I didn't, because there are many apartments and I am not going to go knocking on everyone's door asking if they or their guests parked in my space although they should have known better because it is clearly labeled as a reserved space and there is clear signage that unauthorized vehicles will be towed.
Sucks.
Look, what if you got home and found someone else in your living room? You'd throw them out, right? Because you pay rent there and they don't. Or, for a more accurate metaphor, what if you got home and someone else had changed your locks so you couldn't get in to your apartment? You'd call and have someone let you in and lock them out.

I mean, I know I'm right. But I really don't like being the agent of someone else getting what's coming to them, and so I'm cross with the owner of the other car for two reasons, really, once for parking in my space and once for making me do something about it.