The apartment complex where I live has assigned parking, and they are super strict about it. The assigned spaces are random, so your spot could be right in front of your door or all the way across the complex. They also have a strict towing policy. The rule is that you have to contact the office and get the manager, and the manager phones the tow company.
The manager is the only one with the secret code; that way no one who lives there can tow someone willy-nilly pretending to be her. The rules are in our leases.
I just moved in, and within a week, I come home from work to find a car in my spot. I go to the office, talk to the manager, and give her the license plate, and she calls. Within thirty minutes, the driver is there hooking up the car. My parents were coming by to help me move some stuff anyway, so we chat while I wait to pull my car in. I tell him I just moved in. He seems friendly until he looks at my parking space and frowns. I feel bad for the inconvenience to someone, but rules are rules, and I need to be able to park.
He laughs as the tow truck driver finishes loading the car. My stepfather speaks hesitantly. We all turn to watch the car being driven away on the tow truck.
The man panics and runs to his apartment, which is only a few doors away from mine, and starts yelling. I was going to apologize, but then she whips around and starts laying into me. How could you do this to me?! Her son turns to me and starts yelling, too. If you guys have lived here forever, like your mom says, then you were made aware of the parking rules when you moved in.
