Thursday, unauthorized vehicle modification visible from public areas. She was nitpicking my aftermarket floor mats. You know, the ones barely visible through my passenger window, unless you're actively face pressed against the glass like some kind of automotive pervert. Saturday, noise violations during restricted hours.
I'd used my circular saw at 10:00 a.m. Prime time for weekend projects to fix one loose deck board. The screech of that saw cutting through wood was nothing compared to the screech I wanted to let out at this insanity. Each notice carried escalating fines.
Fifty bucks, then 75, then $100. She was testing my breaking point like a loan shark with a clipboard. I fought back the only way I knew how, with documentation. Photos of every violation notice, timestamps, detailed logs of Vivian's increasingly frequent drive-bys...