The woman in the luxury SUV couldn’t have been more clear. “I’m not moving,” she declared, as if our delivery spot was her personal parking throne.
We needed that space. The truck was arriving, and without it, the whole job would be delayed. But she just rolled her eyes and repeated, “Figure it out.”
So we did.
Jerry, our delivery driver, expertly maneuvered the truck until her door was inches from the side mirror. Then, we got to work unloading, ignoring her furious glares.
Her escape attempt was comedy gold—climbing over the console, nearly tripping in her designer heels, only to realize she was well and truly stuck.
When parking enforcement showed up, things went from bad to worse for her. In her rush to flee, she backed straight into the porta-potty, sending it rocking while her SUV lurched onto the curb.
By the time the officer finished writing her ticket, she wasn’t just stuck—she was cuffed.
The moral? Don’t park where you don’t belong. Especially not near a porta-potty.
