The Whole Neighborhood Was Scared Of Her… Until She Messed With The Wrong Kid
Every week, it was something. Our lawns were too long. Our music was “offensive.” Our garbage bins weren’t “aesthetically aligned.” Karen — that’s what we all called her — didn’t just complain, she documented. Took photos. Sent HOA emails. Screamed at delivery drivers. Last month, she even called animal control on my cousin’s 9-year-old for…