Can I park the car up your ass?

It all started when some entitlement bitch in a big-ass SUV decided to plop her patriot-wagon in parking spaces behind our building which she wasn't paying for. This led to a slew of letters being sent to every tenant, telling them exactly where they were allowed to park. Long story short: the woman who joi_division spoke to about parking when we were getting our lease papers lied to us about where our space actually is. Instead of the nice space in the garage where we can drive in forwards, turn around and then drive out forwards, we actually get a shit space that we can barely squeeze into, which is located under a staircase. Driving in frontways means backing out of the garage and vice-versa. In addition, the clearance afforded by the location of the staircase is not enough to open the trunk, should we back into the space. This should make the inevitable aftermath of grocery shopping interesting.

What bothers me is that, by all accounts, the space Joi and I had been using should have been ours. We were told exactly where it was and how to drive into it no less, and were even given the comment of, "oh, it's the last one!" Apparently, the building supervisors believe any nook in the wall can be made into a parking space. So, we've been screwed out of a proper parking space for no good reason. Before, I thought that parking in the garage was worth the extra monthly fee on top of the regular rent. Now, I feel like I'm being ripped off. But hey - we'll never have to brush and scrape snow and ice off of the car. Yeah, that alone is so worth the money...