The Gaslight in the Driveway

Summary

My husband parked in my assigned spot again.

The front of his SUV was angled sharply over the yellow line, obnoxiously taking up two spaces.

This was the third time.

I didn’t call him right away to come down to the garage and move it. Instead, I took a quick video and posted it on my Instagram Story.

A second later, the new 22-year-old intern I was mentoring—a guy who bragged about having had eighteen ex-girlfriends—sent me a direct message:

[Hey, based on my experience, this is super sketchy. If you still want to make it work with him, call him to come move it.