« Just a little paint? It looks like a giant banana landed in our neighborhood! Think about your property value! Surely you can see how… garish it is! » she frowned.
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I shook my head, trying to stay calm. « There’s no law against it, Mrs. Davis. I like it yellow. It’s my late husband’s favorite color. »
Her face turned beet red. « This isn’t over by a long shot, Victoria! » she snapped before storming off.
Mrs. Prim and Proper and Mr. Boring just couldn’t handle my happy yellow house. They whined to the police about the « blinding » color, complained to the city about a « safety hazard » (the hazard being happiness, apparently), and even tried to sue me! That lawsuit went about as well as a snowball in July — melted fast.
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Their final attempt? Homeowners Against Bold Colors association, but my neighbors are awesome, and told them to shove it.
Now, those two are about as popular as a skunk at a picnic and alienated from everyone.
« Can you believe it? » my old neighbor Mr. Thompson boomed, striding over with a grin as wide as the sun on my yellow house. « Those two actually thought we’d jump on their beige bandwagon! Absurd! »
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