Higgers Welcome Back to War entitled Neighbors Stories.

In this video, a Karen demand's I swap houses with her, and when I refused, she called the police on me.

Let's dive right into this story, and the first one starts like this.

I spent years working as a firefighter in New York City.

The FDNY is a crazy job, and when I came to retire, I knew that I had a lot of choices I could make, and I'll admit I spent more time than I would like to say doing a whole lot of nothing.

Maybe it was just getting older, but I went from loving the fast life of the city to kind of hating it.

My late aunt lived on a rural farmhouse in another state that she had left me.

I was kind of just paying taxes on the land but not really visiting it at all.

With nothing else grounding me to where I was, I decided to move.

The place was going to need a lot of attention and renovation, but I got it looking pretty nice.

One of the things that had changed as little as possible was the house itself.

My aunt's home, while old, was beautiful and had the kind of charm I feel like doesn't always exist anymore.

The porches wrapped up all around and the windows are big to let in a lot of sun.

After fixing up what was broken on the house, I moved onto the land.

Honestly, it just needed a new fence and new grass and all of that basic stuff.

Her old fruit trees were still alive and producing.

At the point of writing this, I'm sixty three years old, but I moved back when I was fifty five.

Now, about two years ago, I got a new neighbor that moved into an empty property next to mine.

It did not have a house, and she did not build one.

She just showed up in a beat up looking trailer outside of it.

She had a few cheap launch chares and would play bad music really loudly.

I couldn't tell at first when she would speak to me if she was just trying to be friendly or if she was crazy.

I hope it's not a spoiler to tell you all now that the answer is the letter.

She did seem very interested in my house, though, and most of the comments she made to me were regarding it, asking how many rooms I had, and then talking about how she could fit her family in there.

Comments asking why I lived in such a big place when it was only be Some of the questions were more intrusive, like asking how much the house was worth.

Others were fled out rude comments, saying that some people don't deserve to live in a place that nice people get the impression of being from New York makes you unfriendly.

Well, the truth is that we can be some of the nicest people around if you need help, but when it comes to our business, we tend to like being left alone.

Things got extremely crazy one day, though, because she fled out decided to ask if I would be willing to swap homes with her.

I thought it was a joke and I laughed at her, which she took as me being extremely rude.

I think she qualifies as what people call a Karen online today, so I'm going to stick with that name for her me.

I'm sorry for laughing.

I just really thought you were making a joke.

Karen.

It's no joke, listen.

It makes perfect sense for the two of us to swap homes, and you don't need to worry because I would sign my trader over to you.

It's big enough for one person.

I have kids, though, and I'm a woman, so it makes more sense that I have the house me.

I'm sorry, but no, even if it was a fair trait, this house was my aunt's and I'm not giving it away.

Karen, the kids need some space.

I know you have been complaining about them making noise outside, and well there's no way for them to play in a trailer.

You're just a single old man.

You don't need that much room or trees or any of that.

Me.

The answer is no, and that's it.

Karen, you are such a greedy, nasty old man.

I bet you spent your entire life being selfish and not caring one bit about anybody else.

I had to leave at that point because she was starting to get under my skin, calling me selfish when I could take off my shirt and show her exactly when and how I got burns from helping people.

I wanted to cool down, but things didn't because of Karen.

She would glare at me from her property and yell at me when I did anything outside.

I understood the struggle of not having a lot of space with kids, and I didn't care about them playing outside at all.

I only made one comment to her, and that was to ask her kids to not climb my fruit trees and that was it.

Hell.

I lived in an apartment with two brothers, five of us in a cramped two bedroom apartment, and I kept a journal though, and in it I wrote everything she did and said to me.

I dated it all too, just because I want to be careful.

Looking back, it was probably the smartest thing I did.

The yelling turned into her just flat out going onto my property.

She would make some excuse like telling me her kid kicked a ball into my yard, and when I know they didn't.

It was just flat out trespassing.

And I did not like the idea of whatever it is she could have been up to.

I could not be around one hundred percent of the time, though, after all, I wanted to enjoy my retirement.

I went on a day long fishing trip and came back to find that my garage had been spray painted in big red letters.

She had written promised to me on it.

She had also been going around telling our other neighbors that I offered her the house and then decided to back out, thinking it was funny to mess with her.

These people had known me for years, and when I spoke to them, they believed me.

She had somebody drop off some crazy letter that she clearly wrote up herself.

It was claiming that I agreed to give her the house as an act of goodwill, saying that I needed to sign it and that she had already filed it with the state.

I was done at this point and got my own attorney.

He told me it was legally meaningless.

At the same time, I should save it with my other accounts of her behavior.

Well, I did the only thing that I could think of.

I reported her to the sheriff, explaining the trespassing, the graffiti that I knew was hurt despite lack of proof, and the crab she pulled serving me.

The sheriff could only warn her, but since she didn't break the law yet, there was nothing they could do.

And yes, I know she trespassed, but I couldn't prove that just yet.

I got serious, getting cameras and posting no trespassing signs on my house.

If she was going to do this, I wanted to make sure that I caught her in the act.

The sheriff and another officer did come, but it was not because I called them.

When she called nine one one on me.

It was her claiming that she had a squatter on her property and near the police to come right away.

I did not get arrested as she planned because I had a copy of the deed and I had no issues providing that to them as well.

They apologized, and I asked flat out if he could do anything about Karen between this call and the fake housing agreement thing.

Sadly, they couldn't do anything without more heart proof.

The other did say that more fake calls to the police could also cause her to have problems.

I spoke to my attorney about getting a no contact order against Karen, and he told me that he could try it, but since there was never any violence or threats or anything serious, it might not happen.

Still, he helped me apply for one, and with the yelling, trespassing and fake paperwork, I was granted a one year no contact order.

Since she sprayed on my garage before.

It was clear that Karen knew how to read, or at least er her kids did, but I guess no contact order was just too many words for her to grasp well.

And then finally I caught her on cameras trespassing on to my land with another woman, her friend.

She was pounding on my door and screaming that she was taking what was hers.

I, of course, was not dumb enough to open that door, and instead called the police on her.

The entire time I'm waiting for them to arrive, she is having a total meltdown on the other side of the door, punching it, kicking it, screaming and even crying, trying and failing to destroy my porch, railing just out of anger.

I did not know one human being could have that much steam in them to keep going.

Heck, she was still going when the police showed up to arrest her.

I finally opened my door once I knew she was secure and not able to run right into it.

I had ready the no contact order to show them, and finally they were able to arrest her and charge her with something two things, actually trespassing and violating a court order.

I didn't have to do much of anything when it came to the courts, which I was happy about.

Like I said, I just want to enjoy my retirement, not wasted on dealing with Karen and her crap.

I guess the no contact order was good though, because Karen was not just getting a slap on the wrist with a fine she had probation and was going to need to do a bunch of community service.

I even heard from neighbors that she was in court mandated counseling.

Part of me hopes that CPS gets involved to because she's clearly not stable as a person who knows what she is like as a mother.

The best news for me, though, was that I was not gonna need to deal with her, despite the fact that she was not going to jail.

It also turns out the land she had been parking on was not owned by her.

Whoever owned it had gotten so many complaints that they wanted Karen to be gone within thirty days.

I didn't know who owned the land, but I guess other neighbors did and were tired of her crab too.

Since I was not the only person she and her kids bothered, I was just the only one she tried to steal a house from.

Let me tell you that I cannot explain in words the relief I felt the day that she was gone.

I came outside, saw the trader gone, and the air that went into my lungs was the freshest I ever had.

I'm also really glad that I didn't push things or tried to get even with her like I might have when when I was younger.

I still think it's good revenge when the system works and your enemy gets their karma without you needing to do much.

And yeh, guess I really hope for you that you will never have a Karen neighbor like this.

I would rather have a worse enemy than such a person living next to me.

Also, if you enjoy the Karen stories, please don't forget to like the video and leave me a comment because that would help me tremendously.

Thank you so much for your help.

The next one is a fantastic neighbor malicious compliance story and it is titled a neighbor, Lawyer and his Fans.

So a co worker told me this story a few years ago.

This happened in the early two thousands.

So we are electricians and he once had something to do at a lawyer's house.

You can imagine a big house and a lot of property.

Everything was really nice, except on one side there was amount of earth is this correct in English?

Basically a long pile of dirt all the way at the property line.

He asked that lawyer about it, and he told him that he hated that neighbor, and there had once been a ten feet three meter fans well.

The neighbor hated him as well well and had him tear down the fence since the community regulations only allowed six point two feed slash two meter fences.

Since he is a lawyer and a mad lad, he read the regulations, bought a lot of dirt and built this long six point five feet slash two meter pile of dirt and installed a six point two feet slash two meter fence exactly as the regulations required.

That is what happens if a petty lawyer hates you.

And because it was so nice, let's read another malicious compliance story.

This one is about an absolutely awful corrupt manager.

And trust meguise this one.

You don't want to miss.

It starts like this.

So, about a couple decades ago, I used to work at a concrete production plan for a reputable construction company.

Our company, like several other construction companies, were awarded a portion of a larger project.

A large portion of land was earmarked for setting up temporary office buildings and concrete plans for the different construction companies.

The sites were separated by temporary bars and had separate entrances.

As many of you may or not know, concrete is produced by mixing cement, water, sand, and stone grits size twenty millimeters by ten millimeters along with special admixtures in a specific ratio.

While our recipe also contained a special ingredient, stone dust, it turns out only our company used stone dust in our concrete and the neighbors did not, so a special truckload full of stone dust was especially shipped for us.

This is important later.

My job entailed orchestrating concrete delivery to our project sites, apart from regular quality control tasks like checking incoming materials for quality, et cetera.

Only after I had signed the delivery receipts, our stores personnel would unload the trucks at designated areas, and then a lock of all trucks entering and leaving the concrete badging plant would be kept by security at the gate, which is relevant later.

Since my job entailed checking incoming material before accepting, the suppliers would usually try to offer some petty bribes from cash to boost to flesh if you know what I mean, what the hell?

And I always declined such offers as once accepted, you became their dog and lose all respect in their eyes.

Moreover, bad material also impacted the quality of concrete produced, strength, consistency, setting time, just to name a few.

Since concrete delivery was also part of my job, it was in my best interest to only accept good material, otherwise the clinent would show me up during casting.

One night, a supplier truck entered the premises with twenty millimeters stone chips.

Upon testing, I found them to be undersized for twenty mm and oversized for ten mm.

I went ahead and rejected the load.

The driver and suppliers started pestering me, offering bribes and whatnot.

When I didn't birch, they called my boss, who asked me what was going on, and I explained that the quality of material was unacceptable and I have rejected this.

When I mentioned it's too small for twenty millimeters, he ordered me to dump it in ten mm.

Bit anyway, I knew what that meant.

My boss was on the supplier's payroll.

A couple of weeks passed by, and my boss asked me to reject a truckload of material from a very reliable supplier.

He knew that the supplier was only delivering stone dust that they and should be reject material.

The entire load would be a waste and a loss to the supplier.

Once the stone chips or stone dust has left a quarry, they for some reason cannot bring it back.

Hence, my boss wanted to hit the supplier where it hurts the most, especially stone dust, as there was no other company that would take it, so cue the malicious compliance.

I called the supplier, who had become a friend by now, and told him that I was under orders to reject the truck.

He panicked and told me that my boss was putting pressure on him for bribes.

This particular supplier believed in providing quality material and always visited my lab to understand how I tested the material and what my requirements were.

He would then go back to his query and adjust the equipment to deliver the best quality materials.

Because he puts so much effort in im proving the quality of his product, he did not burche and bow down to my boss's demands.

I asked the supplier friend to route a truckload of twenty milimeters stone ships meant of some other company to my plant.

First, I would let the gate security lock the truck's entry and then promptly reject the material.

He was then supposed to send the stone dust, which I would accept and be done with my task.

Everything happened as planned.

I completed my remaining activities for the night and went home.

When I came back to work in the evening, my boss was waiting for me at the door.

As I expected, he had checked the entry slash exit locker as well as material receide history.

He had noticed that I'd accepted the stone dust and was chewing his anger waiting for me to explain.

He very casually asked me if I had rejected a truckload.

I acted dumb and answered in affirmation.

I told him that the very first truck at twenty mm was rejected.

Now, usually twenty millimeters is never rejected, especially from this supplier.

So he asked me what reason did I give while rejecting the truck.

I said, flakiness indexed a test we never do as field test, but it's mandated by the client to be done once a quarter.

He knew that I was playing him, but he couldn't do anything.

I had done exactly what he had asked me to do, reject a truckload.

Basically, I had covered my basis with the security log as well as material receipts, so he just muttered something under his breath and never mentioned this to me again or asked me to do anything similar.

Two months later, he was transferred to a different site and I became the overall person in charge, same designation and pay, just more responsibilities.

And before we end the video, let's read one last funny malicious compliance story.

This one is titled managers said no phones during work hours period, so I stopped answering his calls.

So I work in it support for a medium sized company.

We've always been allowed to have all phones at our desks.

Sometimes family emergencies happen, doctors call back, whatever.

As long as we are not scrolling social media all day, nobody cared well.

A new manager comes in last month, sees one person checking a text and loses it, then sends out an email saying, effective immediately, no personal phones during work hours.

They must be left in your car or locker.

This means nine to five, no exceptions.

Anyone caught with a phone will be written up.

Okay, sure, boss.

The thing is, our manager works from home three days a week, and when server issues pop up after hours or on weekends.

Guess how he contacts us.

That's right, our personal phones, because we don't have company phones.

On a Friday afternoon, four forty five pm, a major server issue.

I see it.

I could fix this in ten minutes, but my phone is in my car, as per policy.

I calmly finish my work at five and walk out.

By the time I get to my car and check my phone at five point fifteen, I have seventeen missed calls and a string of increasingly panicked texts from my manager.

The server has been down for thirty minutes.

Multiple departments cannot do anything.

I call him back, saying, hey, just go to my canids or your calls.

What's up.

He is furious, molding and seething, asking why I didn't answer, and I reminded him about the no phones policy from him, he says, that's different.

This was an emergency.

I point out his email that said no exceptions and I was just following policy to avoid a write up.

And then Monday morning a new email that said personal phones are permitted at desks for emergency purposes.

Back to normal.

Then Anie, guys, thank you for watching.

I hope you enjoyed the stories, and I will see you again tomorrow.