Jack and I had just moved into a quiet rental when our overly nosy neighbor, Lindsey, “welcomed” us—with cookies and a warning. According to her, the HOA only allowed one car per driveway. We had two.
Days later, we woke up to the sound of tow trucks hauling away both our cars. Lindsey watched with a smug smile, sipping coffee in her bathrobe.
But her smugness didn’t last.
“You owe us $25,000 now,” I said calmly, pointing to a nearly invisible sticker on our windshield. Her face dropped.
What she didn’t know: the cars she had towed were part of an undercover federal operation. By morning, a black-suited agent arrived on her porch with a badge.
“You disrupted and compromised two embedded federal officers,” he told her. The damages? $25,000.
Lindsey’s coffee mug shattered. She was speechless.
Jack just smirked: “Maybe next time, don’t act like the sheriff of suburbia.”
Moral of the story? Don’t mess with strangers—and maybe stick to just delivering cookies.
