Karen’s Wild Yard Takeover Ends With Police, Neighbors, and Unexpected Drama
Tossing Pennies and Ignoring the Police
Without missing a beat, Karen lobbed a handful of cash in my direction like she was haggling at a flea market. The bills fluttered down, joining a handful of coins scattered across the ground, while she nonchalantly wandered around my yard.
I blinked—last I checked, this wasn’t a neighborhood sale, and yet here she was, inspecting my belongings like they had price tags. Before I could find the right words, the red and blue glow of a police car lit up the street. The two officers who stepped out exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what exactly they were walking into. Karen, meanwhile, was still eyeballing my grill like she was waiting for a discount.
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