My parking space is occupied by my neighbors every day. She pointed her nose at me in the group of owners and called me a "cheapskate". I couldn't bear it anymore and decided to let her taste despair. I bought a scrap car and welded it to my parking space with my own hands. Now, this parking space will always be mine. At seven o'clock in the evening, the city was cut into pieces by a sudden rainstorm. The raindrops hit the car window, making a crackling sound, like countless tiny ice needles piercing the eardrums. I drove the car slowly into the underground garage of the community. The warm yellow light was dimmed by the humid air, casting blurry spots of light on the cold concrete floor.
