When I Forgot the Rule

Well, I’m sitting here at the auto shop, getting massive repairs to my car's interior and body. I wasn't in a car accident, and I didn’t just find a car in a junk yard. I broke one rule, one time. I parked in the wrong space.
10/27/09, 7:50 AM. I pull into school, just like any other day, and park my car. There is no big, noticeable significance about where I park. There is no rule against the location.
10/27/09, 4:30 PM. I return to my car after my club meeting, only to find that it has been flipped over, tires slashed, windows crashed, body destroyed, and seats strewn around. I couldn’t figure out why someone would do this. I had no enemies, I was not a threat to anyone; it seemed like a random event. Until, that is, I realized EXACTLY where I was parked. I was in the blue lines of the parking lot. It was the band. If only I had remembered the rule. If only I had paid attention, if only...