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At 6:00 in the morning on a Tuesday, three HOA board members in matching windbreakers tried to tow my dock like it was an illegally part. The tow guy stared at the water for a long moment, then at his truck, then back at the water, clearly doing mental calculations about the laws of physics. He shrugged and asked where exactly he was supposed to hook the chain.
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Before we get started, I’ve got a quick question for you. Drop a comment with your location and the time where you are. I’d love to see where in the world you’re tuning in from. I moved into my neighborhood about a year ago. Not one of those cookie cutter subdivisions, but a newer HOA community that was still finishing up the final phase of construction.
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Lewis,” she said, dragging out my name like I’d committed a crime. “I’m Patricia from the HOA. We’ve had complaints about your activities during work hours. I blinked. Activities? Yes, she said, squinting like she was scanning for evidence. Meetings, deliveries, visitors. You’re running a business out of your home. That’s a violation of HOA policy 14b.
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I’ll never forget the day she showed up, heels clicking, clipboard in hand, and that smug smile that screamed trouble. I was sipping coffee on my porch, minding my own business, when she strutdded up my driveway like she owned the place. Her name Karen, of course, the self-appointed queen of our HOA. Good morning, she said sweetly, though her tone was anything but.
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Before we get started, I’ve got a quick question for you. Drop a comment with your location and the time where you are. I’d love to see where in the world you’re tuning in from. I moved into my neighborhood about a year ago. Not one of those cookie cutter subdivisions, but a newer HOA community that was still finishing up the final phase of construction.
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Lewis,” she said, dragging out my name like I’d committed a crime. “I’m Patricia from the HOA. We’ve had complaints about your activities during work hours. I blinked. Activities? Yes, she said, squinting like she was scanning for evidence. Meetings, deliveries, visitors. You’re running a business out of your home. That’s a violation of HOA policy 14b.
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I’ll never forget the day she showed up, heels clicking, clipboard in hand, and that smug smile that screamed trouble. I was sipping coffee on my porch, minding my own business, when she strutdded up my driveway like she owned the place. Her name Karen, of course, the self-appointed queen of our HOA. Good morning, she said sweetly, though her tone was anything but.
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Boarded The First Flight Home—Stepfather Beat Me After “Welcome Back ” Then…
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At 6:00 in the morning on a Tuesday, three HOA board members in matching windbreakers tried to tow my dock like it was an illegally part. The tow guy stared at the water for a long moment, then at his truck, then back at the water, clearly doing mental calculations about the laws of physics. He shrugged and asked where exactly he was supposed to hook the chain.
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Before we get started, I’ve got a quick question for you. Drop a comment with your location and the time where you are. I’d love to see where in the world you’re tuning in from. I moved into my neighborhood about a year ago. Not one of those cookie cutter subdivisions, but a newer HOA community that was still finishing up the final phase of construction.
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Lewis,” she said, dragging out my name like I’d committed a crime. “I’m Patricia from the HOA. We’ve had complaints about your activities during work hours. I blinked. Activities? Yes, she said, squinting like she was scanning for evidence. Meetings, deliveries, visitors. You’re running a business out of your home. That’s a violation of HOA policy 14b.
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I’ll never forget the day she showed up, heels clicking, clipboard in hand, and that smug smile that screamed trouble. I was sipping coffee on my porch, minding my own business, when she strutdded up my driveway like she owned the place. Her name Karen, of course, the self-appointed queen of our HOA. Good morning, she said sweetly, though her tone was anything but.
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At 6:00 in the morning on a Tuesday, three HOA board members in matching windbreakers tried to tow my dock like it was an illegally part. The tow guy stared at the water for a long moment, then at his truck, then back at the water, clearly doing mental calculations about the laws of physics. He shrugged and asked where exactly he was supposed to hook the chain.
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Before we get started, I’ve got a quick question for you. Drop a comment with your location and the time where you are. I’d love to see where in the world you’re tuning in from. I moved into my neighborhood about a year ago. Not one of those cookie cutter subdivisions, but a newer HOA community that was still finishing up the final phase of construction.
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Lewis,” she said, dragging out my name like I’d committed a crime. “I’m Patricia from the HOA. We’ve had complaints about your activities during work hours. I blinked. Activities? Yes, she said, squinting like she was scanning for evidence. Meetings, deliveries, visitors. You’re running a business out of your home. That’s a violation of HOA policy 14b.
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I’ll never forget the day she showed up, heels clicking, clipboard in hand, and that smug smile that screamed trouble. I was sipping coffee on my porch, minding my own business, when she strutdded up my driveway like she owned the place. Her name Karen, of course, the self-appointed queen of our HOA. Good morning, she said sweetly, though her tone was anything but.
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