Throwing A Fit
The next day, Kristopher met the contractor outside. But before he could begin to assess the damage Patricia ran out, flailing her arms and screaming, “I did not give you permission to get an estimate on my fence!” “Well, technically, the fence separates the property line, so the fence belongs to both of us,” Kristopher retorted. Obviously panicking that her plans were falling apart, the entitled neighbor called the cops.