"Why don't you stop—" I tried once more. "Are you trying to steal the only joy I get in life?" he barked at me on another pass. Well, if mowing lawns was the only joy in his life, then who was I to steal that from him?
"You're the HOA president. You could write in so many by-laws. Think of the fun you could have! Residents have to wear pink on Wednesdays. Blue on Tuesdays. Black on Mondays." I laughed. "You’re the kind of person who abuses power, aren’t you?"
