Larry, the HOA president, fined me for having my lawn half an inch too long. But I had a plan.
For years, my neighborhood was quiet, until Larry took over with his clipboard and rules. He loved enforcing the tiniest infractions, and I was his latest victim. “Your lawn’s too long by half an inch,” he smirked, handing me a violation notice.
Fine, Larry. I trimmed my lawn and then went shopping—flamingos, giant gnomes, solar lights. All perfectly within HOA guidelines. I created a yard so outrageous it was impossible to ignore.
Larry drove by, his jaw clenched, clipboard shaking. I smiled and waved. The next day, he returned to complain about my mailbox. I retaliated with more lawn decorations and a motion-activated sprinkler that soaked him on his next visit.
The neighbors loved it. Soon, they started adding their own gnomes and flamingos. Our once-serene street turned into a whimsical rebellion. Larry, now powerless, could only watch as his authority crumbled.
United by lawn ornaments, we beat Larry at his own game.
