Bill has been trying to get me fined by the city for six years. He measures my grass with a ruler. Last month, he finally pulled the trigger. He served me a lawsuit claiming my detached garage encroached four inches onto his property line. He demanded I pay for the demolition and his legal fees. I begged him to settle. I told him I couldn’t afford a teardown. Bill just laughed and said, “The law is the law, Dave. Should have measured twice.”
So I emptied my savings and hired a forensic surveyor to confirm the boundary. The surveyor, a quiet guy named Mike, spent six hours out there with the tripod and GPS. He kept checking the county records, then looking at Bill’s house, then checking the records again. He looked sick.
