While my daughter’s family stayed with me, I parked my old Honda legally on the street. My neighbor Linda complained that it “ruined her view” and threatened me.
The next morning, I discovered she had attached a private wheel boot to my car. I contacted the city—but also ordered a life-size cardboard copy of my Honda and had it delivered to her house with the message:
“For days when the real one is parked somewhere else.”
Furious, Linda returned it, so I displayed it beside my garage. My grandchildren decorated it, and it quickly became the neighborhood children’s favorite toy.
A city officer later ordered Linda to remove the illegal boot. Eventually, her granddaughter joined the other children, and Linda began visiting too.
She never apologized, but the parking war ended—and we unexpectedly found peace through a cardboard Honda.