The Higher Plane

Ok, I promised I would rise to higher plane of existence where the booting situation ceased to aggravate me beyond reason. I will share my experience of yesterday and leave it to you to judge. I still am not able to think long on the situation without my blood pressure rising and hateful thoughts coursing through me, but, I no longer scream at unseen booting employees or throw things across the room at the mention of paying money to park. I was even able to remain quite calm today as I balanced my checkbook and included the lovely total of $70 payable to the Cache Auto Booting company. I refrained from replacing the company name with the name I'd like to give them. I think this is all to my credit. But, here is the kicker.....
Yesterday morning as I was preparing to depart in the freezing cold to my post at the crosswalk, I opened the garage to find a HUGE truck and trailer parked directly behind me. To say I was upset is putting it mildly. I sat for a couple minutes debating between three options:
1. Knock on the door and explain that they need to move or I will call the booting company
2. Call the booting company and demand them to boot the vehicle, and the trailer or refund my money
3. Drive my beater into the truck and tell them they shouldn't have parked there.

I decided none of these would work, so I thought hard and came up with number 4... maneuver out of my garage on ice with a one thousand point turnabout and hope they move before I get home. I'll have you know I hit the trailer door lightly with my side mirror, on my NEW car, so that didn't help my mood at all. I returned home after a long hour of positive talk that went like this, "Don't do it. You know you would feel very bad if you called the booters. Keep things nice with your neighbors."
I did it. I made it through the whole day without calling, and they were parked there the ENTIRE DAY!!!!!!! That should count for something for me, don't ya think?