parking dick head..

When i was living in a different city there was assigned parking spots in the apartment building i was living in. The landlord told me which spot. So i parked there everyday for nearly 6 months.
All of a sudden some turbin moved in and we ended up fighting for the same spot. Once he came running out to get me to move my car because his wife was coming and that was her spot. I told him i had parked and there was no chance that i was going to move my car. He started to get into my face and try to intimidate me. I chuckled and told him to find a spoon and eat my a@#. I went inside to my apartment to get changed and he followed me. I came out of my apartment sporting my full military uniform toting a big duffle bag. He started to blabber along and i stopped and looked at him when he realized what i was wearing and carrying. He ran to his apartment and told the landlord. I had a few cops to deal with on monday morning.
Found out later that the landlord messed up and gave the same spot to both of us.

I was then moved to another spot which i parked in for a month and then all of a sudden i was getting notes on my windshield saying i was parking in the wrong spot. Turns out it was a spaghetti eating person. I was moved again to a different spot.
Water balloons seemed to appear at the spaghetti man since my balcony was facing the parking spot. I had fun for the next few months that i lived there throwing balloons and him yelling at me. I pretended i had a twin and had no clue what he was talking about.
I would also park very very close to his door now and then so he could not get in and go watch him try to get into his car.

I was also in my early 20' at this time so fear was not part of my DNA yet.