“Take it down right now, or I’ll sue you into the ground!” Brenda shouted, her voice barely cutting through the whine of my power drill.
Brenda had lived next door for two decades and behaved like she owned the entire street. Every hedge, every parked car, every visitor was somehow her business. So when I started building a privacy fence to block her constant staring, she completely lost it.
She called the city. Then the police. Then, somehow, even my mortgage company—claiming I was “damaging the value of the neighborhood.”
Finally, she demanded an official city survey.
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