His clipboard became a joke. The once-feared fines became a badge of honor among the residents, and the more he tried to tighten his grip, the more the neighborhood slipped through his fingers. Every day, Larry had to drive past our gnomes, our flamingos, and our lights, knowing full well that we’d beaten him at his own game.
And me? I watched the chaos unfold with a smile on my face. The whole neighborhood had come together, united by lawn ornaments and sheer spite.
And Larry, poor Larry, was left powerless, just a man with a soggy clipboard and no authority to back it up. So, Larry, if you’re reading this, keep on looking. I’ve got plenty more ideas where these came from.
