When I was at university, some friends lived in a flat above a shop which had its own parking space at the back, which was at the end of the slightly curved rough 'drive' behind the row of shops and houses.
Initially, none of my friends had a car, but the course that two of them were on necessitated fairly long weekly commutes for field practice sessions, so one of them managed to borrow an old runaround from a family member. Naturally, she parked it in the space that belonged to the flat (was actually on its property). The shop staff all lived very nearby and walked to work, none of her flatmates had cars and they often benefited from its use, so no complaints at all there.
Soon after she'd started parking there, an old man with a garage adjacent to the 'drive', just before my friends' space at the end, collared her, informing that she was in his access space - not a parking spot - and that she mustn't park there again.
Never a shrinking violet, she explained that it was her space to use and, as it was beyond his garage, he had no reason to ever drive that far. She checked with the shop owner who confirmed that the space was absolutely hers to use.
The man protested that it was impossible for him to reverse out of his garage without using her space for manoeuvring. This was rubbish - it was a little tight, as for everybody parking along the 'drive', and lovely though it would be to sweep right in and out in one deft move in an ideal world, this wasn't possible for any users of the 'drive'.
He clearly did have adequate room for manoeuvre and we pointed out to him that, if he swung in from a slightly different direction and reversed in instead, it would have been really easy with loads of room to move.
Nope, he 'preferred' to drive in and reverse out as that's what he'd always done. As far as he was concerned, my friend was expected to permanently forego the use of her own parking space so that he could use it to compensate for his own lack of driving ability and manoeuvre into his garage in his most preferred, convenient way.
He also ludicrously claimed that he should take full precedence as it was his house where he, you know, lived. I'm not sure what he thought a flat was or, for that matter, why a business owner should have less moral right to park on their own property anyway.
My friend was a petite, delicate, demure-looking woman - 18 or 19 but her face could easily have been mistaken for 14 - which quite possibly figured in his decision to try to intimidate her into giving up her parking space. He swiftly discovered that appearances can be very deceptive indeed 