Now I Park in the Woods

I pay $140 / month for a parking spot in somebody’s backyard. Sometimes my space is filled with snow. Sometimes there’s another car in my space, or a van. I am prepared for these situations. I have a shovel, a scraper, and some sand. I have a pad and a Sharpie. But what the hell am I supposed to do when my space looks like this?

I could try sanding the tree to death. Or write a nasty note and hope it goes away. Or I could run around outside in a blizzard like an asshole and drag tree limbs behind my head and thrust them into somebody else’s yard, clear my spot, and pray that I make it to work on time…but, oh, wasn’t the snow so pretty!