Sometimes a story doesn't have to be long to be epic. You'd think after reading The Odyssey or Crime & Punishment in school that any sort of story worth telling would be hundreds and hundreds of pages with text. However, we're here and reddit user u/Electrical-Bacon-81 is here to debunk that kind of thinking.
He shared his story of how he got his annoying neighbor to stop calling zoning on him. You see, he lived in a trailer park, but he had 4.75 acres of land. He had a few old cars he was working on that he loved and didn't want to get rid of—if he worked on them a bit and fix 'em up, then they could really be worth something. He didn't have a garage or anything like that, so he parked his cars up on his yard. He had enough land to do so, so why not? However, his Karen neighbors didn't like that for some reason. (Where else are you going to park several cars in a trailer park???) Every time they called zoning, the zoning guy would come up, tell him to move his cars, he'd move his cars, and then the zoning guy would leave, and he'd move his cars back.
It was an annoying repetitive process. One day he was walking by his neighbor's mobile home and noticed they were adding a little side edition. He knew they didn't give permits for that, so with one suave question he had them in the palm of his hands. What did he ask? He simply asked how much the permit for something like that must've cost. That apparently shut them up real quick and they never called zoning on him again. Read the whole, short, sweet, and truly petty story below.
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