“My neighbor’s construction crew keeps blocking my driveway,” I clarified.

That evening, I returned home to see two trucks parked across my driveway. I decided to vent my rage with fire. The next morning, my child assisted me in using my car to block the driveway.

Dave called in a rage. “Move your car!”

Dave, it’s not going to happen. “You can’t use my property without asking,” I responded with a smile.

Dave approached me later that evening. “You’ve made my whole workday miserable!”

“Now you understand how it feels,” I added. “Go ahead, ask before using my driveway.”

Dave reluctantly gave a nod. “Well, I ought to have been more thoughtful.”

Eventually, we reached a consensus. After Dave’s crew resurfaced my driveway, there was once again harmony.