Our neighbor stuck a note to our car: "One car per house!" Then one day, she showed up in person. I opened the door. There stood a woman in a pastel pink cardigan, a matching headband, and white capri pants. "Our HOA—very friendly, but firm—has a rule about cars," she said. "Only one car per household in the driveway." I blinked. "One car?" "Yes," she said, her tone tightening. "No exceptions. Keeps the neighborhood looking nice and tidy." Jack raised his eyebrows. "But we're not parking on the

“When I got home, my neighbor confronted me: “Your house gets so loud during the day!” “That’s not possible,” I replied. The next morning, I f3ked leaving for work and hid under my bed—hours later, a voice entered my bedroom, and I froze. As soon as I got home, my neighbor, Mrs. Halvorsen, was standing on her porch with her arms crossed, looking more irritated than usual. “There’s so much noise coming from your house during the day, Marcus,” she complained. “I swear I heard someone shouting insi