“But I got soaked!” the cyclist yelled. “And he didn’t stop me!” The officer turned back to Clarence. “Sir, did you know people were cutting through your lawn?” Clarence nodded. “For weeks. I tried signs. I spoke to a few. Got ignored, even yelled at. Called the city—they said funding was delayed. This was the gentlest deterrent I could think of.”
The older officer looked at the cyclist. “You’ve admitted to entering private property, ignoring signage, and doing so more than once. That’s trespassing.” The man’s jaw dropped. “You’re siding with him?”