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So there's a family who lives across the street from us (who we've nicknamed "The Dog Pee-ers," a long, pettyrevengeworthy story in and of itself) and the mother figure (guess who's dog did the peeing in the other story) is a great big asshole.

One day, my stepdad was parked on our side of the street, but the back half or so of his car lined up with the end of their driveway. Anyone with half a brain could have made it out of their driveway in two shots (back up a bit, pull forward a bit, back the rest of the way out) and any above-average driver could have done it in one. She does not belong in either of those categories, apparently, and backed into my stepdad's car. No serious damage, just a small dent/scratch to his car, nothing to hers. 

This itself was not particularly heinous and would have been entirely forgivable, until she came over and yelled at my mother for a few minutes about how it was entirely not her fault and how stupid it was to park directly at the end of her driveway. 

Using the precedent she established, I assumed all bets were off now when it came to pulling out of driveways. Now, every time I pull out of my own driveway, I overshoot by about 4-5 feet until the ass of my car is entirely in their yard, and have done it consistently enough to leave a good looking couple of tire treads at the end of her yard. Oops.

(Oh, and since my car is scratched and dented enough where I wouldn't mind it getting bumped, you can guess where I park that motherfucker when the driveway's full.)
<bot>: My neighbor hit my stepdad's car and blamed him. I now drive through her yard every time I leave my house.