A few days later, after the dust settled and Linda was back to enjoying her “public” pool with her kids, I met with a surveyor. We walked the property line together, stakes in hand. Linda watched from her deck, smug and sunburned. She had no idea what was coming.
Linda received the notice two weeks later. She marched over again, this time holding papers and yelling. But I just pointed to the official map and smiled. “Maybe you should’ve read the fine print,” I said. “You’re going to have to move all of that. Or I will. With a bulldozer.”