A few days later, after the dust settled and Linda was back to enjoying her “public” pool with her kids, I met with a surveyor. We walked the property line together, stakes in hand. Linda watched from her deck, smug and sunburned. She had no idea what was coming.
According to the corrected survey, part of Linda’s backyard—including her fancy grill area, some patio furniture, and even part of the pool deck—was actually on my land. I didn’t argue. I simply filed a legal complaint and let the paperwork do the talking.
Linda received the notice two weeks later. She marched over again, this time holding papers and yelling. But I just pointed to the official map and smiled. “Maybe you should’ve read the fine print,” I said. “You’re going to have to move all of that. Or I will. With a bulldozer.”