“Incidents,” Eli repeated. “Is that what you call it when someone runs over an irrigation line?” Jeff shifted uncomfortably. “We’ve made several in-store announcements, and we’ve asked employees not to park there, but unfortunately, we can’t control where customers choose to leave their vehicles once they’re off our property.”
“You could put up cones,” Eli offered. “Or signs. Or have someone direct traffic.” “We’ve considered it,” Jeff said. “But honestly, we’re understaffed, and the parking expansion project hasn’t been approved yet.”
“So what you’re saying is—it’s my problem.” Jeff winced. “I’m saying we sympathize. But legally, there’s not much we can enforce beyond our own property lines.” Eli stared at him. “Your customers are trespassing. And damaging land that’s meant to feed people.”
“I understand that,” Jeff said, nodding. “Really. We’ll make another announcement today.” Eli gave him a long, tired look. Eli turned and walked out without another word. He took a deep breath and walked toward the nearest car.