Some neighbors keep to themselves; Lindsey ruled the block like royalty. On our first day in the rental, she greeted us with cookies—and a warning: only one car per house, “no exceptions.” Even though both our cars were parked properly, she wasn’t having it.
Three days later, we woke to two tow trucks hauling our cars. Lindsey watched with smug satisfaction from across the street. But she hadn’t noticed the government decals on the windshields—Jack’s job was classified, and tampering with those vehicles came with a $25,000 penalty.
I calmly informed the tow driver and Lindsey, then called in a report. The next morning, a black SUV pulled up to Lindsey’s house. A federal agent told her she’d interfered with a government operation. She turned pale. Her mug hit the ground and shattered.
After that, Lindsey disappeared. No more HOA scolding, no more passive-aggressive gifts. Just drawn curtains and silence. And everyone learned a lesson: think twice before towing, and always check those little government stickers—because sometimes, the rules bite back.
