Nothing worked.
Eventually, I realized Richard wasn’t parking there because he needed the space.
He enjoyed knowing I couldn’t make him stop.
One Friday evening, I returned home to find his Mercedes sitting squarely across my freshly repaired lawn.
That was when I made a decision I would later regret.
My friend Fletcher worked with a small construction crew and had access to heavy, precast concrete barriers.
When I explained my idea, he initially thought I was joking.
“You want to surround his car?”
“Exactly.”
“Robert, that’s a terrible idea.”
“He’s had six months to move it.”
Fletcher warned me that trapping a vehicle could create problems far worse than damaged grass.
I refused to listen.
Eventually, he and another friend agreed to help position the barriers, although Fletcher insisted we leave sufficient clearance around the Mercedes.
With permission, we borrowed equipment from his workplace and spent the night placing and connecting the heavy sections.
