parking tender_square a woman who lived on my street parked behind me in my own driveway and left her car there. i knocked on her door, angry, to get her to move it. she wouldn't answer. i tried again and lost my temper when she came to the door. "you need to move your car from my driveway!" she refused. i said she was going to get towed. i remembered looking down the street at her big vehicle blocking in my small one. "you think you can do that because of the size of my car that i can just maneuver around you." i was arguing that i shouldn't have to do that on my own property. she told me she didn't care. she laughed like it was a fucking joke. i apologized for escalating things, hoping to take a different tact. i introduced myself, said i understood why she did it (she didn't have her own driveway and was carrying groceries when she exited the car). she gave me her name. i asked her, politely, to move the car again. she wouldn't. i called the woman crazy and left. i stormed into my house and called out for help. my mother and my younger sister were there, but my mother did not come up from the basement. my sister waltzed into the kitchen and began to boss me around: "you should have said to that woman that under no circumstances would you pay for the tow." i was upset that my sister couldn't empathize with the powerlessness i felt, how it didn't matter what i said or how i said it, i was being forced into a situation i didn't like and had no control over. 230213 what's it to you? who go blather from