A psycho Karen threatens to call the cops on me for parking in front of her house, claiming that this is the third time she's told me not to park there, despite the fact that I've never been by her house ever in my life. And I've honestly never run into someone as crazy as this lady, because she absolutely was out of her mind. Here's what happened. So I'm a 6'5-pound male, and I work at a job that requires me to care for lawns. The way my work for my company operates is that I will pull up to a customer's house usually in front of the lawn section. I will need to make sure that for one, I'm not blocking a fire hydrant or a mailbox, as this is quite literally illegal, and I would get into a massive amount of legal trouble, even if I was just sitting in front of them for less than a few minutes.

Secondly, I need to make sure that I'm not blocking the customer's driveway or the neighbor's driveway,

while also ensuring that the door to access my equipment is on the correct side.

And this would be preferably away from the street.

I'm also only allowed around 10 minutes for anything under 5,000 square feet.

In total area, I usually have about 25 stops in a day. And yes, this is as hectic as it sounds. Usually I start work at around 7 o'clock in the morning, and I don't finish until 4.30 or even 5. And the worst part is that my company is currently in its slow season. So being fast and efficient is crucial if you want to get home at a decent time. Usually this has the added effect of doing each stop as quickly as I can. Since I know that

if I don't walk fast enough and at a correct pace, I will slowly start to fall behind. To be clear,

I walk, climb hilly terrain, climb stairs, and push a 20 to 40 pound seat spreader on just about

every type of rough terrain you can think of. And this comes with a side effect of walking around 10 to 20 miles a day. And my god, how I wish this was an exaggeration. As I pulled my work truck into the cul-de-sac, I noticed that I had two stops almost right next to each other, on the same street and on the same side of the road. This is uncommon,

but does happen from time to time, and is greatly appreciated because it means less driving

throughout the day for me. The two houses were right next to each other, except for their

neighbor whose house looks smashed in between the two much larger homes. So this meant that I

wouldn't have to put my equipment up after I was finished with the first house, and I could

instead directly move over to the other house, saving somewhere around 15 minutes of load and unload. The first house had a fire hydrant in front of it, and the other had a mailbox for the neighbor. Now, the Karen's house, who is the Karen of this story, had nothing in front of it, and also conveniently had a gravel section where one could park a car off the street.

However, because I've been in situations where customers don't like us using their gravel patches,

I just went ahead and I parked next to it on the street itself. Fast forward and I'm heading from

the first house to the other client's home after finishing up and I see a small woman, maybe about

140 pounds with a very annoyed expression on her face.

And it was at this moment I knew I was in for a world of hurt, as this lady caused me problems

that I truly never expected. Now, at first, I wasn't expecting anything from her, and I thought

that she wanted to ask me a question about what I was doing to her neighbor's lawn. I mean,

this does happen a lot. But instead, I was almost immediately yelled at for

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