Jack and I had recently moved into a rental home in a peaceful neighborhood for a short-term work assignment. On our first full day, a woman named Lindsey from across the street came over with a tray of cookies. Although she seemed polite, her friendliness felt forced.
After a bit of small talk, Lindsey brought up a supposed HOA rule that only one car was allowed in the driveway per household. We explained we were temporary tenants, that both cars fit without blocking anything, and that we hadn’t seen any such rule in our paperwork. Despite our explanation, she insisted the rule applied to everyone.
Days later, just before sunrise, we were jolted awake by the sounds of tow trucks. Both our cars were being towed — and Lindsey stood nearby, watching with a self-satisfied look. When we confronted her, she claimed she was just following community rules. However, when she saw the small federal government stickers on our windshields, her confidence visibly shook.
The very next morning, a federal agent knocked on Lindsey’s door. Calmly, he informed her that by towing those marked vehicles, she had interfered with an undercover operation, causing $25,000 in damages. Lindsey stood frozen, visibly disturbed by the severity of her mistake.
From our porch, Jack and I quietly observed the fallout. After the agent left, I called out, “Next time, just stick to the cookies.” From that moment on, her self-appointed role as enforcer dissolved, and our peace — and driveway — remained undisturbed.
