across the lawn.
“ROBERT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY CAR?”
I stepped outside.
“Good morning.”
“GET THIS WALL OUT OF HERE!”
I folded my arms.
“It’s on my property, Richard.”
His face turned bright red.
“You can’t just trap someone’s car!”
“And you can’t keep parking on someone’s lawn after being asked to stop.”
He threatened to call his attorney.
He shouted about property rights.
He demanded that I remove the barriers immediately.
But I reminded him of every request he’d ignored.
“You’re going to regret this,” he warned.
