Our neighbor left a note on our car: “One car per house!” We ignored it, but three days later, our cars were towed. She stood there, grinning smugly.
I laughed, pointing at the car’s federal government tag. “You owe us $25,000 now. That’s a federal vehicle—every tow, every fee, you’re liable.” Her face paled as panic set in.
The tow company quickly returned, realizing their mistake. Papers were filed, and federal agents got involved. Our neighbor had falsely claimed authority, targeting not just us but two other families with wrongful tows. Her petty parking crusade became a federal issue.
At the HOA meeting, the chairperson exposed her actions, listing complaints and federal inquiries. She sat silently, her control crumbling. Soon, a lawsuit from three families and federal penalties hit her hard.
She moved out, defeated, her belongings hauled away. The neighborhood kids played freely, and we parked without fear. In court, the judge sentenced her to $75,000 in restitution and community service for fraud and harassment.
Justice prevailed. As I drove my car, I whispered, “Justice always finds its spot.” Her pettiness cost her everything, while we reclaimed our peace.
