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Imagine waking up to find an HOA violation in your mailbox when you are not even in the HOA.

Then the HA president marches onto your lawn, demands your id, and threatens to a victim from the home you fully own.

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

I live in an older part of the city that has been around for decades.

I've always had a great relationship with my neighbors on my side of the street and in the newer development across the street.

The development across the street formed a homeowner association about five years ago.

The older side of the street did not do that, and that was fine with me.

The new section has certain amenities that are shared, so I felt it made more sense for them to have their association so that certain rules could be established about shared spaces like their community garden, private park, and outdoor swimming pool.

So I recently decided to do a few things to add value to my life now that I'm semi retired.

I created a vegetable guard garden in my front yard.

My front door was also in need of a paint job, and I decided on sunshine yellow.

It is a bright color that I find extremely cheerful.

And since I don't belong to the HA, I don't need to follow rules about these things.

I'm free to act on my own for how I like things.

However, the president of the hay across the street began acting erratically after she saw the changes.

One day, a week or so after I had painted the door and planted the garden, Karen approached me.

I demand that you paint the door irrespectable color like white or brown, said Karen.

And get rid of the mess in your front yard.

First off, I said, good morning.

Secondly, you cannot just come onto my property and tell me what to do.

Yes, I can, said Karen.

As president, it's my right to tell tenants what to do.

I'm not a tenant, I said, I own my home homeowner tenant same dear friends, said Karen.

No, it isn't, I replied.

I'm an English teacher, and I can tell you with certainty that a tenant and a homeowner are not at all the same.

My home is paid for I do not pay more, and I am also not a member of your homeowner's association, and therefore I'm not under any of your control.

The home Owner Association has control of this whole street, said Karen.

Well not this sector, I replied.

I suggest that you take a look in your paperwork.

If you disagree with me because I don't pay dues to you, well then maybe you're in violation for that.

Sped back Karen.

I could tell she was angry that I had disagreed with her, but I was in my right and I stood my ground.

I'll be back, said Karen.

I went back to my work watering the garden to Jul that my tomato and pepper plants would get a good start.

But the next morning I found a written violation in my mailbox stating that I was in trouble with HOA.

I just stuck it in a drawer and had it off to work.

I was not worried about it.

I didn't belong to the AHA and didn't need to comply.

Having a yellow door might not fit in with the AHA, but it was all legal and compliant where I lived.

However, that afternoon, as I was getting out of my car, Karen approached me again.

Did you reason see if your notice?

She asked?

I did I replied, but you cannot give me a notice for something I'm not a part of.

If you don't take this seriously, you could be fined or evicted from your home.

Consider the notice you're only warning.

Don't you have better things to do than harass people, I asked, I'm just enforcing the rules, said Karen.

It's not anything you need to get happy about.

You came over here threatening my home, I said, And you did it as easily as if you were ordering a cup of coffee and the slices off pie at the shop around the corner.

This is my home.

I've lived here for over twenty years and I've never had any problems.

Your HA has existed for five years, and I've never had any trouble so far.

So why now?

I don't know how they used to do things in this neighborhood, said Karen, And honestly, I really don't care.

But I'm in charge now and I'm going to run things in complete compliance with the regulations for everything.

Don't you have work to do?

I said?

When are you going to have time for all of this?

How about just living and letting people live.

Unless it's something serious, you don't need to worry about whether or not I work, said Karen, just paint your door a normal color and take out your garden before I arrange for someone to do it for you and send you a bill.

You cannot do that, I replied.

I've been trying to be calm with Karen so far, just like I would in a classroom filled with students.

But now it was the end of the workday.

I was tired, I was hungry, and Karen was being completely unreasonable by threatening me.

So I spoke to her in a loud voice.

If you or someone else come on my property without my permission again, it is trespassing.

I want to be left alone, and the same goes for the door and the garden.

I want to see your id, said Karen.

What for?

I asked to see if you are who you say you are, and if you really own this property.

You might just be a vagabond or a homeless beggar.

I can show you the deeds if you want, I said, But I'm not repainting my door or digging out my garden.

I don't want to see your deeds.

I will look you up in the HOA registry myself.

Well, good luck with that, I said because I'm not a member.

I showed her my driver's license and then I asked her to leave.

In the days that followed, Karen did everything that she could to put me through living hell.

In addition to her threats, when she visited me, she left me notices with ridiculous amounts for fines in my mailbox.

She also put up a document in the mailbox in regards to a lien on my property, stating that there were unpaid HOA dues and that they could take away my property.

Even though I never joined the HA as a member, I knew that I owned my home and that I did not need to pay whatever she was stating.

However, I also knew that ignoring the problem was not going to make it go away.

I started writing down every document that I received in my mailbox, and each time that Karen came over and spoke to me, she had started to stand on the sidewalk actually and yelled me about the door and the garden and the mail that she has sent to me.

I continued to tell her to leave me alone and to stop threatening me, and that I was not a member of the HA, and that whatever her sources were regarding the ownership of my home that she had been misinformed.

I decided to send back a letter to the HA and put all of this in writing.

I also photocopied the d to my home and the relative final documentation that proved that it was paid for in full and that there were no creditors involved in my file whatsoever.

I also found news articles online regarding the start of the AHA and that my sector had not been named in the creation documents.

However, I received a letter back from their Karen, stating that my deed was fake and reiterating that the garden be removed, the door painted a proper color, and that I pay retroactive fees to the HA because my home was indeed supposed to be part of the association and whoever had gone around had looked after the memberships had obviously made an error, and I would say, guys, the era here is Karen.

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Either way.

I spoke to a few of my neighbors who were also living in the older sector, and they told me that they were also none AHOA members.

I did not mention these conversations to Karen, as I didn't want to make my neighbor's targets for her.

I wrote back to the HA that I refused to pay the retroactive fees and that if they didn't stop, I'd be contacting the police to bring charges of harassment.

I didn't want to have to go to that route, but they knew that it might be needed.

I hoped that by stating it in writing, that it would show the HAY that I was serious.

I was also wondering where the other members of the HA were, because Karen was the only one that I ever had any interactions with.

Next, I began to receive notices and fines by certified mail, so I had to sign when I received a letter, and each letter had a different fine in it.

They ranged from two thy five hundred dollars all the way up to five K.

Anonymous posts with photos and gossip about me began to show up on social media posts for my community.

I could not prove who it made them, but I expected that Karen was behind it.

I wrote on the community groups asking the administrators to please remove the posts.

However, they still stayed up.

I wondered how that could happen.

I began to get false notices by mail.

They got worse too over time, false code violations and a threat for a lean against my home.

I began to feel physically ill by the situation, and it didn't matter how many times I wrote back to the HA, even sending my own certified letters.

The threats and intimidation just kept coming.

By the time a month had gone by, I knew that Karen was relentless and would not stop until I either did what she wanted and paid all the fines and fees, or I moved.

And I knew moving would not be a real solution here.

For one, I loved my home, and secondly, anyone who bought the place would be faced with dealing with Karen, and they wouldn't have the history that I would about the neighborhood.

So I assembled all of my documents and made an appointment with a real estate lawyer.

At this point, I'd had enough.

She doesn't have any authority, said the lawyer.

I will write up a cease and assist letter stating as much and asking her to stop the harassment.

Hopefully, once she sees that you have legal counsel, she will stop all of this, I hope, so I replied, this is all too much for me to try and deal with.

Karen is relentless, and I don't know what to do anymore.

Don't hesitate to contact me again if you need to, said the lawyer.

You have plenty of evidence to make your case against her if it comes to that.

Karen came to see me after she received the letter.

She stayed on the sidewalk and just shouted at me.

The HOA attorney says that I have jurisdiction.

Then I guess I was see you in court, I said, and I meant it.

I told my lawyer what Karen had said, and she sent a letter asking for the contact info of the HOA lawyer.

She hoped that we would be able to keep things out of court if the two attorneys could speak and sort things out.

I hoped so.

But in the meantime, I received a notice of a lean against my property for the amount of eight thousand dollars.

I went back to my lawyer.

Now what I said, This is a fraudulent lean, said my lawyer.

We are not just talking about harassment now, we are in actionable legal territory.

We filed a lawsuit against Karen personally and the HOA for harassment, intentional infliction of emotional distress, and filing fraudulent lians.

She also filed for an emergency motion to have the fraudulent LINEX punched, and the answer did not take too long.

The HOA was stunned to learn the truth because it seemed that Karen had not been honest with them about many things, including her knowledge of the rules.

They removed her as president and board member and asked if they could settle with me.

The case with Karen went to court and she ended up having to pay me over twenty thousand dollars.

A permanent injunction was also filed against Karen, preventing her from ever being able to contact me again.

The false online info was also removed.

The county records had clearly documented that my property was not part of the HA.

With Karen's reputation ruin, she eventually sold her home and left the neighborhood.

And the next one is a malicious compliance story that you don't want to miss.

It is titled ghosting and Loving It So.

Recently, my company introduced a new process for supplying customers with expensive consumables Previously, this process involved a lot of direct communication, numerous emails, and face to face meetings with customers to understand their needs.

However, while I was on PTO, everything changed without any notice or consultation.

A completely new system was implemented.

My team, which used to handle about sixty five percent of the previous process, had no involvement whatsoever in designing or approving this new method.

Now, instead of collaborating directly with customers and colleagues, I've been given a standardized form divided into four sections, one for me, one for sales, one for logistics, and one for territory assistance and managers.

My section of the form is minimal.

All I do is indicate how many boxes to supply.

Critical details such as who the customer is, where the order is going, pricing adjustments and preferential rates.

Information I used to manage are no longer included.

To make things worse, customer details on the forms are often incorrect.

I used to fix those errors in the system, but I no longer have permission to do so, though that's now handled by head office.

Even though I know my customer base well and try to provide accurate updates my emails now bounce back.

When I raise these issues, I was simply told to follow the form and not deviate.

So I did.

I completed my sections, send it to the designated address, and moved on.

Nothing happened until months later when a customer called to say that they were running critically low on consumables.

I escalated the issue to my manager, but by that point I'd already submitted twenty four forms without any feedback or visible results.

Recently, while I've been off recovering from surgery, I received an email asking for the same data I used to provide under the old system.

I've chosen not to respond.

That information has scattered across old emails and records, and it's no longer my responsibility.

Ironically, though, the new process that was supposed to reduce costs and simplify operations has left three department heads confused and unable to proceed.

They don't know the customer names, product details, we have one hundred ninety seven different products, or the order history, only the number of boxes.

The system they rely on cannot function without accurate data input, and since I'm no strictly following the form as instructed, that data is not being entered anymore.

In short, the new process has stripped away the practical knowledge and collaboration that once made the system work.

It is now inefficient, confusing, and ultimately counterproductive.

And the next one is a petty revenge story.

It is titled I'm sorry?

Who are you?

For some context, I've twenty female, been bullied all my life and have been in recovery for a multitude of things for the past He also, I go to university in the same city I grew up in, so there's a high chance of me coming across people who went to previous schools or who heard slash bullied me.

I was well known for being bad tempered and easy to wind up when I was younger.

What happened.

I was in the pharmacy waiting to pick up my prescription when someone shouted something at me.

I pretended not to hear them, and they shouted again.

They ended up getting frustrated tugging on my arm.

I twisted around and immediately recognized who it was.

It was a guy twenty male who had bullied me for over ten years.

So rather than get angry, I thought I would mess with him and see what happens him.

Hey, I heard you were in local university.

Me, I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Immediately he deflated.

It was glorious to see, and I had to stop myself from smiling him.

It is me his name from school?

Come on, you know me?

Me with a confused face, acting one hundred.

I'm really sorry, but I don't know you.

Did we go swimming together?

Perhaps him?

No, I don't think so.

Me.

I'm really sorry, but I just don't know who you are.

I think you should go to the back of the line, sir.

I went on my phone and just blocked him out.

He looked lost and eventually went to the back of the line.

I got my prescription, ignored him, and went to my car and drove off.

I literally screamed for joy, and also because I was about to break down.

It was a wonderful feeling to see him like that and to feel like he had nothing against me, to make him feel like he hadn't had a large effect on my life.

And the next one is another petty revenge story.

It is titled he did what So?

Several years ago, I was waiting in a grocery daily line to pick up some potato wedges for my wife.

It was not a long line.

I was fourth or fifth in line, and the last person in it up walked some lady, that's what I'll call her.

And would I presume to be her daughter or a granddaughter.

Anyway, this lady keeps trying to jump the line each time a person was served, and the patient deli worker kept telling her that she needed to wait her turn.

With this lady getting more and more frustrated that she couldn't just do what she wanted, the guy before me goes and I hear her telling her daughter or granddaughter, this is ridiculous.

I just want some wedges.

This being petty revenge.

We know exactly what I plan to do upon hearing that.

So finally we get to my turn and she tries to jump again, only this time I pipe up and let her know the end of the line is behind me.

She did not like that at all, claiming this is BS it is first come first serf.

The worker and I just stad at her until she walks back to her irritation area off to the site and I see there are a scan few potato wedges available, so I tell the worker I will need more than what is available, and he says that they will need to drop some more about a five minute wait.

It was longer than that, maybe closer to ten.

As it turns out, knowing what the lady wants and that it's not there, I say he can help her.

They go through the same process, which irritates her further, but says something like fine, might as well at this point and steps aside and a half.

Then new potato wedges are brought out, and I see her start to move like she's gonna jump in front of me again, but I remind her that I'm next to order.

The deadly guy asks how much I want, usually in pounds, and I quietly say I want all of the wedges.

Oh, all of them, all of them.

He cracks a bit of a smile and says, sure thing, and gathers them up for me.

I start to walk away slowly so he can see there aftermath and shrilly, she shouts, he ate what and whips her head around to me.

I wish I could see I locked eyes with her and ate a wedge right in her face, But unless that idea came to me.

As I recounted the tale to my wife at home, the best fourteen dollars I ever spent A Yeah, guys, I will see you again tomorrow.

Thank you for watching.