Six Days of Subway

Megan Foss, 33, is a project manager at an advertising company. She bought parking space B-316 in the basement of Building B for $39,000 in cash, the deed is in her name, and she has paid every month of the mortgage on it. Chad Mercer from unit 309, two floors up, has two cars and a habit; his wife Tessa turns his anger into policy proposals and group votes; the property management front desk is too junior to say what it thinks; the night guard has a pension he cannot afford to risk. When the space is taken, nobody calls it theft. It is a misunderstanding, a favour, a building-wide agreement that the space was always shared. Megan does not shout and does not move her car. She buys a subway card and spends six days proving, with dates, plate numbers, receipts, cameras and paperwork, what a piece of paper is worth in a building where every household has quietly agreed on a different answer. This is not a revenge fantasy. It is a documentary of how ninety households organise themselves against one person, and how that organisation collapses when it is recorded carefully.