My Neighbor Kept Parking His Mercedes on My Lawn — But the Next Morning, He Found His Car Trapped Behind a Concrete Wall.
My name is Robert. I’m 48 years old, and for the past six months, I’ve been putting up with the most arrogant neighbor imaginable. His name is Richard. He’s a wealthy businessman who owns three luxury cars. For some reason, he seems determined to park his Mercedes right on my front lawn. “Richard, would you…