Guess whose coming to dinner?

Maybe its the person that parked their minivan is my parking slot. Ok, I'm normally not this petty, I mean, a parking slot is a parking slot. But, we have one slot with our house number on it (hint, hint: Did they not see the the HUGE # painted on the concrete), and one open parking slot. However, for the past 3 years we've lived here a car has been parked in our open slot, everyday all day. So now, yes, I'm pissed, not petty but pissed. I was forced to park in my neighborbors open slot, and I know they're thinking why won't these people call the county about that car in their open slot with the expired tags, 2004 to be exact. Argh, I don't have time for neighborhood politics--this sucks. I have to say, Angela Bassett handle the car situation bravely on "Waiting to Exhale", wish life was that easy. So, guess whose coming to dinner? Mama Lucia's. Because, I'll just order pizza, do my homework, and hope this disregardful driver moves their damn car!