Living on Maple Street was peaceful until my neighbors, Jim and Susan, moved out and were replaced by Kayla, a realtor from the city. I had previously built a fence with Jim and Susan’s agreement, saving money by avoiding a surveyor. However, when Kayla moved in, she claimed the fence encroached nine inches onto her property, demanding I either move it or pay for the land. Despite my explanation, she threatened legal action, forcing me to take down the fence.
Later, Kayla asked me to rebuild it for her dog, Duke. I refused, and her attempts to contain him failed, leading to chaos at a garage sale. Eventually, her situation worsened, and I decided to sell my house. The new owners were unfazed by Kayla’s issues. I moved on, finding peace in my new home, where I often smile at how karma worked its way.
