On four occasions, he has rudely told me I couldn’t park there. The first time, I moved my car. The second time, I chose to stay put since the sign clearly states two-hour parking; I was just getting my eyebrows done, which would only take about ten minutes. He confronted me angrily for not moving. The third time, he just glared at me. Today, I drove around searching for a spot to avoid any issues, but the only available space was near his shop. I parked there and noticed him giving me a dirty look from the door. While I was getting my nails done, I saw him drive by twice, which felt odd. When I returned to my car, I discovered it had been egged—there were at least two dozen eggs on it. Fo...
