I've been running my business from the same spot for more than five years; you're just filling in for your uncle, who's serving a stint in the pen for God-knows-what. Your landlord might own the parking lot we share, but neither he nor your uncle ever had a problem with me or my customers parking in it. You, on the other hand, flipped out the first time I parked there, saying it was “your” lot and to go away before you called the cops, the landlord and the towing company. Hello, neighbor! Don't be surprised when the cops come to visit you for the marijuana-selling you're turning your uncle's business into a front for. . . .
