I can't see the parking lot from my apartment, though my front door is 50 feet from my car. If I look out my security door (too cold for that, now) I see a 6' high picket fence around my patio.
My solution has been to park behind the offender, leaving enough room for them to get out. It works, most of the time. Except for the one dingbat preacher who was very un-Christ-like about it all. He doesn't park in this lot any more, but he is parking wherever he wants in the other lot, and making a whole batch of new enemies.
Some people are here to be a bad example. Or allow us to practice patience. Or dust the ceiling fans. Or something.
I worked on some cards. Soon it will be time to get Kathleen up. Maybe it will be dry enough for her to go to the playground.