We've all seen the entitled idiots who think they can park in two spots or in a tow-away zone without any consequences. Well these entitled parents were no different. Luckily, they were justly knocked down from their pedestal, proving karma can be oh so satisfying.
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When I was in my mid 20s, I used to live on the bottom floor of 2-story house in a very popular beach town in North Carolina. The upstairs was rented out to 4 college aged guys. So 5 people total, with 5 cars and a driveway built for 4, so one of us would either be on the grass or in a paid spot. If you had bills with your name and address the city would give you a pass to park in certain paid spaces. So not a big deal but finding a spot in the middle of summer was hard. The house was maybe 100 yards to the beach. It was a pretty short walk, 5 minutes tops.
Every day, I would leave to work at 6:30 AM and return around 5 or 6 PM. By the time I got home most of the beach crowd would be gone, so a paid spot was easy for me to get. I’d typically leave the driveway for the upstairs guys. One day I was running late and didn’t get out of my house till nearly 8 AM. The other guys have already left and the driveway was empty. I’m walking out to my car and of course the lots are already 90% full or more. As I’m crossing the street, I see a mini van coming up and pull into my driveway. I didn’t recognize it, so I waited to see if I knew them or they knew the upstairs guys.
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Out steps a polo shirt, visor, bowling shorts wearing dad and overly peppy mom with 3 screaming kids. Obviously, no one I know. I walk back to my house and approach them.
Me: Excuse me do you know the tenets upstairs or have permission to park here?
Entitled Dad: It doesn’t matter. No one is parked here and Billy, Bobby, and Bradley have to get to the beach.
Me: There’s 5 people living there, myself included, and we need to be able to park.
Entitled Mom: OH, so where’s your car if you live there?!
ME: In that spot there because I have a pass.
Entitled Dad: Don’t lie to us, you’re here just the same as us and upset we know how to park for free.
Me: I’m not lying, dude. It’s 8 AM and I’m wearing my work uniform.
Entitled Mom: We don’t need to listen to you, we’re going to park here. My children have to get to beach. You’re ruining our vacation so go away.
Meanwhile, the kids are climbing on my fence and trees and are walking in and out of the street.
Me: Okay, I’ll just have you towed and you can deal with it later.
The dad gets in my face practically nose to nose: TRY IT AND SEE. THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE YOU’RE JUST A LITTLE BRAT.
Me: Okay, have a nice day.
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So I went to my car and waited till they were at the beach (like I said, very short walk). I go inside, look up a tow service on the other side of town, and give them a call.
Me: Hello yes, I’d like to report a car illegally parked on my property. Address is 123 street name.
Tow Service: Sir, that’s an hour away.
Me: Yea, I know I’m not the one paying, that’s their problem.
Tow Service: Ok, be there in about an hour and half.
I called my boss and explained what happened and that I wasn’t going to be in that day. He’s a pretty easy-going guy and told me to keep him informed. The tow truck arrives and takes the van away. I leave my car in the spot and wait. Its 10:30 AM or so by now. Later around 2 or 3 PM, there is a very angry knock at my door. I immediately thought to myself, “This is going to be fun.”
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Imagine their shock when I answered the door, drink in hand, grinning like an idiot.
Me: Can I help you?
Entitled Dad and Entitled Mom: YOU!! WHERE IS OUR VAN?! HOW DID YOU GET HERE?!
Me: I had it towed across town. Here’s the towing companies information. That’s gonna be fun cab ride!
I shut the door in their face. I heard more angry yelling and knocking.
Me: Yes?
Entitled Dad, trying to get in my house: You better get us our van back! I’m gonna beat you up! Ill have you arrested!
Me: Get outta my house! Go ahead and call the cops, it’s not gonna change anything!
I managed to shove him outta the door get it closed and locked. Now I wait. The next 20 minutes are more angry knocking and yelling. Finally, about 4 PM I see some blue lights and there’s a much more polite knock at my door.
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I grew up on the beach, its a small number of locals. I know 70% of the locals, police, bartenders, shop owners, residents. I know a lot of people on the island.
Me: Oh hey Garrett, how’s it going.
Officer Garrett: Yeah, it’s good. These people say you stole their van and broke into this house.
Me: Nope, they pulled into the driveway as I was leaving for work. They were rude and then walked away and said I couldn’t do anything. So, I called Lou on the other side of town. There van’s there, I even gave them his card and offered to let them use my phone.
Entitled Mom: He’s lying! He stole our car! I demand that he be arrested!
The dad stormed up behind the officer: If you don’t arrest him, I’ll have you fired! This is ridiculous, blah blah.
Officer Garrett: Sir back up, I’m going to figure this out.
The dad was now shoving past the officer: This is ridiculous!
The dad worked his way into my house again, but Garrett is able to pull him out and manages to get him pressed up against his cop car.
Officer Garrett: Sir, you are trespassing now.
Garrett looks over at me.
Officer Garrett: Would you like to press charges?
Me: Can you keep him in your car until they get a cab?
G: Yeah, I mean I’ve got to get statements and everything.
So, I gave my statement. Then I went inside, grabbed a drink, went out the backdoor, up the back steps and around to the 2nd floor porch, and there I sat smiling till a cab came about 5:30PM.
