The Gaslight in the Driveway
Language: en
My husband parked in my assigned spot again. The front of his SUV was angled sharply over the yellow line, obnoxiously taking up two spaces. This was the third time. I didn’t call him right away to come down to the garage and move it. Instead, I took a quick video and posted it on my Instagram Story. A second later, the new 22-year-old intern I was mentoring—a guy who bragged about having had eighteen ex-girlfriends—sent me a direct message: [Hey, based on my experience, this is super sketchy. If you still want to make it work with him, call him to come move it. If you're done with him,…