I Keyed the Entire Passenger Side of a Truck Who Parked in My Spot

It was Friday. I had a date at seven and was running late as work had kept me until 6 pm.

I anxiously dashed home to my apartment and entered the underground parking lot. There, in the parking spot I pay for, was a giant truck.

The outdoor Visitors Lot was full, so I had to park on a side street. Climbing over a three-foot snowbank, I dropped my keys. I then had to search the snow in the dark for my keys. It took several minutes. My gloveless fingers were frozen.

I went up to my apartment and called the landlord, explaining the situation. “Oh, that truck?” he said, laughing. “Yeah, he does that all the time. Randomly parks in people’s spots.”

They knew and did nothing? I was livid. The landlord said he knew where the truck’s owner was, and to give him a few minutes to tell the guy to move, then go downstairs to park my car in my spot.

I went back down to the underground parking lot to wait. It was 6:45, and I still needed to shower and get ready for my 7 pm date.

The truck was still in my spot. My anger grew. Without thinking I keyed the entire passenger side of the truck, from front to back. I really dug in. It was deep.

I went to my car, waited a few minutes, then entered the underground parking lot. The truck was gone. I parked, and went up to my apartment.

I was scared for days, expecting a knock on my door, thinking the parking lot cameras caught me. But I was safe. I do sort of regret it. My actions were rather out of proportion to the act.