“Are you serious?”
The officer said, “You went onto private property and took a vehicle that wasn’t yours. Turn back around.”
The HOA president lost it.
“No. Absolutely not. This is ridiculous. He’s not a criminal. This is a misunderstanding.”
The officer told her to back up.
She did not listen the first time.
He told her again, more firmly.
That time she stopped.
Then she turned toward me.
“This is vindictive. You set this up.”
The statement was so ridiculous that I almost laughed.
I said, “By parking my own ATV in my own garage?”
“You knew there was a dispute.”
“There was no dispute. There was you refusing to accept no.”
“You know we can see it.”
She tried another angle.
“We were protecting property values.”
The officer nearest her said, “By sending your son onto somebody else’s property?”
She answered, “I told him to move it before the situation got worse.”
There was a small pause after she said that.
Just a second or two.
But it was long enough for everyone standing there to realize that she had stopped dancing around the issue and had just admitted her involvement.
The officer looked directly at her.
“You told him to go onto this property and take that vehicle?”
She immediately tried to walk it back.
“Not like that. I meant as part of the enforcement process.”
“What enforcement process?”
“The HOA process.”
“He’s not in your HOA.”
“That’s not how this neighborhood works,” she said.
Again, there was silence.
Not because anyone agreed with her.
It was more because it was amazing to hear someone still trying that argument while her son was standing in handcuffs next to a marked police unit.
The son, meanwhile, had moved from casual to panicked.
“I don’t know, man. I thought you had authority.”
HOA Karen’s Son Stole My ATV, Thinking He’s Untouchable — Unaware Who I Really Was
Chapter 4
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