I pointed at the car’s tag and chuckled out loud.
“Bet you didn’t get what that mark means, as a non-resident.”
Her smile faded fast.
ME: “That spot? It’s on our private property line. You had our cars towed from our land.”
She looked like she’d just swallowed a lemon.
HER: “B-but the HOA—”
ME: “Doesn’t cover our side of the street. We sued the last owner who tried this. Court ruled it’s a privately zoned section. That red stake? That’s the boundary. You just violated private property rights—and towing laws.”
Her jaw dropped.
ME: “So yeah, damages, legal fees, lost work time… you’re looking at $25,000 minimum. We’ll be sending the invoice. Hope that grinning was worth it.”
She never made eye contact again.
And guess what? We now park three cars out front, just because we can.
