What is it like to experience tight parking spaces in a community?

There used to be a car in the community. Every day at one or two o'clock in the morning, it would park its car under the building. Just park it. As if you were afraid that others would not know that you had a car, you would honk the horn hard downstairs. One day I couldn't bear it anymore, so I froze two big ice cubes in the refrigerator. I waited for a thunderstorm day, carried the big ice cubes upstairs, and threw one when it flashed, and threw the other when it flashed. , I learned this trick from The Shawshank Redemption. The police came the next day, as did the security company. They took pictures and looked for witnesses, but nothing happened. The ice melted and nothing was found. I have never seen that car until now, nor have I seen a car disturbing people in the middle of the night.