Denise folded her arms. “This is harassment.”
“Documenting a vehicle obstructing a private driveway isn’t harassment,” the officer said, with the patient tone of a man who has said this before.
Ezoic
“She’s been photographing my house.”
“I photographed your car.”
“It’s the same thing.”
“It isn’t.”
The driver continued working. The metal sound of the equipment being positioned made Denise turn.
“You’re not actually towing it.”
The officer explained calmly that she had the opportunity to deal with the matter before removal was complete, depending on the procedure, but that a penalty notice would be issued regardless of what happened next.
“How much?” she asked.
When he told her, her mouth opened.
“That’s completely ridiculous.”
I picked up my tea.
“You’ll survive,” I said.
It came out without planning. I hadn’t scripted it, hadn’t rehearsed it, hadn’t even consciously remembered the specific words she had used on my doorstep three weeks earlier until they were already out of my mouth.
