She appeared that afternoon like a storm cloud, clipboard in ha
"Beautiful car," she said flatly, her ey
"It's not a commercial vehicle, Karen," I said, leaning against the door frame. "It's a sports car. Two seats. Barely has room for groceries, let alone a commercial payload."
"It’s excessively loud," she countered, clicking her pen. "And the color is quite... aggressive. We have strict covenants about neighborhood aesthetics. Vehicles must not constitute a visual nuisance."
"It’s blue," I replied, keeping my voice dead level. "Not neon pink. It stays in my garage, and I only drive it during the day."
She offered a tight, plastic smile. "We'll see what the board has to say about that. Enjoy your weekend."