So in my apartment complex, you get one assigned parking space, and you have the option of paying for an additional “reserved” space with a number and a permit to park there. Three nights this week, some guy parks in my space. On the second night he did it, I wrote him a note warning him that he was in a reserved spot and that I’d have him towed if he didn’t move. Meanwhile I’m stuck parking on the street quite a walk away and I pay for this spot just to avoid that. His car left both days, so I know it wasn’t just left there. Two nights later, he’s in my spot again. The note was gone, so I assume he got the message. At this point I’m thinking that I’m just gonna keep getting jerked around, so I had him towed. 

On a somewhat unrelated note, I got rear-ended less than twenty minutes later on my way to dinner. I was waiting to enter a roundabout and the kid behind us either wasn’t paying attention or wasn’t experienced on wet roads. Poor kid skidded in the rain and just blasted into us. Everyone was okay, and my car is still drivable. I harbor no ill will against him. Nice kid. But it felt like some rotten karma. Friday is turning pretty sour. I’m gonna need a new bumper. 
Anyway. We exchanged info and I went to dinner. 

Dinner was great. When we returned home, the owner of the vehicle I had towed was waiting for me at the spot. In the rain. He was understandably upset. I offered a pretty meager apology, but he wasn’t having it. Fair. I just gave him the number to get his car back. 

So am I the asshole? 