An entitled jerk blocks my car in the parking lot with his moving truck and smugly declares that I need to shut up and deal with it.

So I decided to get some revenge by taking his keys and throwing them into the woods.

And despite the fact that he tried to call the cops on me, he not only didn't have any evidence of my interference,

but also ended up owing me thousands of dollars after he vandalized my car. Here's what happened.

So I lived in a high-rise apartment building and my truck wouldn't fit in the underground parkade.

It didn't have a lift kit, but it was a 2,500 heavy duty with slightly larger tires, and it

did have a headache rack that stuck above the cab a few inches. The apartment had a very limited

number of outdoor stalls

at the rear of the building, one of which I was assigned. One Saturday afternoon, I was going out

with some buds from work, and when I exited the building, there was a 53-foot trailer backed up to the

building with four guys moving furniture in. The truck was kind of jackknifed in, and the trailer was

less than a foot from my front bumper. My truck was also of jackknifed in, and the trailer was less than a foot from

my front bumper. My truck was also backed in with another vehicle behind it, so literally I was

trapped. I asked the first guy I saw if they could move the truck, and he said I had to ask his

boss, so I asked which one that was, and then waited for the described person. After waiting

15 minutes, I asked a different guy

where the boss was, and I was told he was upstairs supervising. So I went in search of the guy,

and I asked him to please move his truck so I can get out. Now, truth be told, he only needed to

straighten up his backup job, and I could have snuck by, but he just flat out refuse and frankly

was quite rude about it.

He told me, well, that's some tough cookies. You can get lost and wait. So I went back downstairs

to do just that. And as I was sitting in my truck, smoking and listening to tunes, I noticed there was

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