Dude, you are in my space....

So this is a picture of my parking space - second from the curb. Every townhouse in my development has it's own, numbered space. You will notice that the vehicle parked in my space isn't mine - it's evidently a handyman who was doing some work for one of my neighbors.

This is what I came home to this morning after going out and hitting some yard sales. Which sucked, because I bought a bunch of stuff that I had to lug in, which was a pain since I had to park way away from my house.

Now someone who is more, umm, confrontational than me would have asked him to move, but I'm kind of a pussy, so I just parked elsewhere and moved when he finally left.