Strange Man Kept Taking My Parking Space and Leaving a Note With His Number on the Windshield – When I Found Out Who He Was, My Life Changed Forever
The Stranger in My Parking Spot – A Twisted Betrayal The fluorescent lights at work had been burning my eyes for ten straight hours when I finally dragged myself out of the office that Tuesday evening. My shoulders ached, my head throbbed, and all I wanted was to collapse on the couch next to my wife, Amy. She probably made dinner already, I thought. Maybe that cheesy lasagna she knows I love. I always got home around 6:30 p.m. Our apartment complex had assigned parking—one spot per unit. Ours was