What is up, Waffle Gang? I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some R-slash malicious compliance because I thought, why the hell not?

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Let's jump straight in to today's stories. Much love guys. Now our first story comes from

JVell 22. After parking in my space and being asked to move, she flipped me off and told me to

do something about it. Yes ma'am. I followed a Subaru legacy onto my tiny, less than a thousand

feet long, only about 12 feet wide in some places,

private road. Not public for all you that missed the word private. I made it bold for you. There is no such

thing as public parking on a private road. The car then pulled into my driveway. As I waited thinking

this person was just lost and turning around, which happens quite a bit,

a woman got out of her car and started to walk past me.

Orbeit a strange driving slash parking area as it's across the street from me.

It is still my property.

It's not just in front of my house where I have some misguided claim at some type of possession

due to its relative location from that house.

It was presented that way by the realtor 26 years ago, shows up on city records,

is on the surveys done back then and recently, and it's on the deeds.

Every single portion of the pavement that makes up this private way was put on someone's deed of property.

I also spent over $10,000 having it professionally built up, leveled and then paved.

It's mine, and it's for my vehicles, including my work vehicle when I had one, my tenants, and our guests.

I didn't do all this to be designed accessed by anyone.

Here's the picture I sent the tow truck company with the word,. Never wanting to assume arrogance I treat everyone with respect. I'd want them to

treat me with. I put down the window and politely said, excuse me, but that's my spot. Could you

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