I did the first lawn-mowing of the season today, and it resulted in my neighbor calling th police on me.
There’s a history behind her antagonism, of course, and I’ve talked about her in other threads. She’s got her house on the market (again…hallelujah!) and she no longer lives there, which has been so pleasant. But today, she and her boss/boyfriend were over, putting up a new “fence” made out of black landscape fabric between her yard and mine (I took these pictures) and doing yardwork…so you see the day didn’t start out well…
So because it’s the first mow of the season,and the grass is really long, I’m bagging and dumping in the compost pile. But there is a section, a strip of grass between the grape arbor behind the garage and her fence, that is hard to mow…it’s too narrow to get through with the mower, but you can get part way down. When she moved to the front yard to work, I took the opportunity to work on that section…I really don’t want to be working close to where she is, so I’ve been mowing in weird patterns to avoid her when she was working in the back. I get partway down, and the bag gets stuck on her fence. It’s a heavy mower, and awkward to maneuver in tight spaces, and I have the jumbo bag on…so it’s just easier to remove the bag and mow my way out of there.
But when you take the bag off, clippings fly out the chute…and I guess some got on her car. Her Jaguar (I think…she has several). Her convertible…that is sitting three feet away in her driveway, with the top down, on the other side of the chainlink fence. I continue on mowing, but since I try to avoid working close to her, I see her heading for her car to leave for the day. Then she stops, stands there, and pulls out her phone. I don’t think much about this…except I really want her to leave so I can do the front half of the strip between our yards. So I’m watching her. And she’s still standing there. And then the boyfriend’s car puls in, and they are both standing there, looking at her car. As I head around the house to get to the front yard, I stop in the shed to get more bags, and I peek through the window at them…and see a few clippings on the trunk of her car, so I figure that’s what the problem is.
But then they are both just standing in the drive, staring down the street, and I get the feeling that they have called the police…and lo and behold, in pulls a cruiser. By this time my son has come out to finish the mowing for me, and I warned him that I think the cops are coming…he’s getting a bit angry, but keeps mowing. The officer comes over to talk to me…climbing over her plastic fence…and tells me that my neighbor claims I deliberately took the bag off to get her car dirty. Right then my son starts mowing the front portion of that strip of grass, and as the officer watches…and the neighbors glare at him from their drive…the bag gets stuck on the fence. So the cop can see the problems. I explain what happened, he asks me to get my ID, and a second cruiser pulls in! Such a response.
In the end, he gives me a statement form to fill out and bring in to the police station, shakes my hand, climbs back over her fence and leaves. I can’t stop laughing…but it’s really quite sad, when you think about it. I can’t wait for her house to sell…she pulled it off the market for a few months, just relisted it at the same price as before, and I don’t think anyone came to the open house, so I’m not going to hold my breath. But the plastic sheeting fence should make a buyer snap it right up!