Karen’s Wild Yard Takeover Ends With Police, Neighbors, and Unexpected Drama
Lawn Chair Snatched Without Shame
Karen wasted no time. “I’ll take this… and oh, definitely this,” she declared, grabbing my favorite lawn chair as if she had already paid for it. I stood there, blinking in disbelief. She strolled around my yard like it was a flea market, casually collecting things that weren’t for sale.
When I finally found my voice, it came out more biting than I planned. “That’s not up for grabs!” I snapped. Her response? A smug little smirk, like I was the unreasonable one. “Sidewalk sale,” she quipped, like those two words were some magical free pass. Ever try to win an argument with someone who lives in their own reality? Yeah, it felt exactly like that.
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