My Neighbor Reported My Fence for Being Two Inches Too High—The Inspection Ended With Her Standing in Tears

the tension she had brought to the street.

Thursday arrived far too quickly.

Just before 9:00 that morning, a white city truck stopped in front of my house.

A tall inspector stepped out carrying a measuring wheel, a clipboard, and several tools.

He introduced himself as Greg.

“Good morning,” he said kindly. “We’ll try to make this as quick as possible.”

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