The parking situation.
He's an old guy barber who has the shop next door. Had it for 40 years or something like that.
Since the building I've moved into has been vacant for quite some time, he used to park right in front of my picture window. A car parked there not only blocks my view out the window, but blocks my signage. Plus, he's parked on my building's property when he has a perfectly good row of spaces in front of his shop. My landlord, who owns this whole block, asked him not to park there. Cool. So now he parks alongside his shop which doesn't block the driveway completely, but makes things tight. And since he parks with his driver's side door towards his building, he needs extra space when there's snow on the ground. the irony of that whole thing is that he's been invited to park in my parking lot behind the salon; I have more than enough space there for his car with me and my clients parked back there. He hasn't taken me up on that offer, but he does drive behind my salon and pulls into my lot to make a K turn so he can pull up to the driveway and park between our two buildings.
This morning, the wife of one of his customers (or maybe it was his wife based on the matching Chevrolet Impala theme going on) was parked behind his car, but sticking into the alley even further. It was really tight getting through there with my truck this morning.
I knocked on her window and politely said "I just want to let you know it's a little tight to get through when you park there" to which her response was "It's okay, I'm just here temporarily".
"Okay, thank you, have a nice day".
I just don't look forward to this conversation because I just know he's gonna be a crotchety old guy about the whole thing. He's already butthurt that he can't park in front of my building. You know, old people don't like change... this is how we've always done it, and who are you coming into our neighborhood with your fancy upscale beauty parlor, punk kind of stuff.
Yeah, he's gonna be Walt Kowalski. Might even call me a Chink or a Jap.