See my rant about the uber-bitches wh park on my driveway every freaking afternoon.
That reminds me of something that happened to my dad.
First of all, my dad was a Colonel in the US Army, for those of you not familiar with military rank, someone of Colonel rank typically commands a brigade-sized unit (roughly 3,000 men). You do not fuck with the Colonel.
My dad was a periodontist (mouth surgeon) and dental corp. commander, he also got the reputation for being the "Fixer." He would get sent in to large clinics that were not performing up to expectations and get them on track. He also ended the careers of a few officers who thought that they didn't have to do anything to earn their pay.
Anyway, one day he came into work and a ratty old van was parked in his parking spot; it's easy to tell which spot is my dad's because there is a sign that says, "RESERVED: Col. ----- Clinic Comander." What's worse is that the guy who parked there was an NCO (Non-Commissioned Officer - that's like middle-management). This was back in the day when your credentials were displayed on your windscreen, including your rank.
This situation would not stand, but instead of making a stink about it, my dad just decided to teach the guy a lesson; he parked his car behind the offender and went to work, knowing that he was going to be staying until about 7:30 that night. When he came out to his car, he found the guy had somehow unlocked the door, taken the car out of gear and pushed it out of the way so he could leave.
Now my dad was pissed. He had taken down the licence number of the van that morning so he called the MPs (Military Police) and talked to the junior officer in charge over there. He made it very clear that if The Colonel ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, and asked the officer in charge of the MPs what he thought it would take to fix the problem.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll take care of it. Would you like me to call you in the morning with a report?"
Apparently the Sergent who owned the van spent the night in the stockade for breaking into the car, got a formal letter of reprimand placed in his record, and I think he might have been demoted and docked a few months pay as well.
Moral of the story: unless you have a silver bird on your shoulder, don't ever park in a spot marked "RESERVED COL."