My neighbor dumped a bucket of paint over my car at 2 a.m. — by breakfast, three police cars were outside her house.
My name is Diane, and my neighbor Linda and I had been fighting over my driveway for six months. She insisted the space beside my garage was “basically shared.”
Last week, I finally had her SUV towed. She screamed from her porch, “You’ll regret this!”
At 2:13 a.m., I woke to a loud metallic clang. I looked out and saw Linda running across my lawn, an empty bucket beside my car, my white SUV covered in bright red paint.
I had no camera, no witnesses, nothing that proved it was her.
At 7:20 the next morning, someone pounded on my door. I expected Linda. Instead there were three police cars outside her house, officers searching her garage.
One officer walked toward me. “Ma’am, is the damaged vehicle yours?”
