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My neighbor called code enforcement on us for parking our truck in our own driveway. Tuesday morning, I woke up to a bright orange notice stuck to our front door. Code violation notice. Vehicle parked in residential driveway exceeds city length requirements by eighteen inches. You have 48 hours to relocate or face daily fines of fifty dollars. I stood there in my pajamas reading this garbage. Our work truck was maybe two feet longer than normal cars, but we'd parked it there for three years without problems. My dad came outside with his coffee and read the notice over my shoulder. His face went from confused to absolutely furious. We pay fifteen hundred dollars in property taxes every year and can't even park our own truck in our driveway? The really stupid part was exactly why we got reported. My neighbor had been mad at us since last month when our dog got loose and took a massive dump in his perfect lawn. Instead of just talking to us like a normal person, he decided to go nuclear with city codes. Dad called the city office that morning. The woman on the phone sounded apologetic. Sir, I understand your frustration, but we have to investigate every complaint we receive by law. Your truck does violate the residential parking code, but nobody usually enforces this unless there's a specific complaint filed. So our neighbor wanted to play games with city codes. Dad had been a contractor for twenty years and knew every building code in our city by heart. He spent that evening printing out pages of violation definitions. If he wants to get technical about rules, we can get real technical too. Wednesday afternoon, Dad walked around our neighbor's property with a measuring tape and notebook like a detective. What he found was pure gold. The privacy fence was six inches too close to the property line. Their shed was built without permits. The concrete pad for their hot tub was poured over the setback line. Most importantly, their driveway had massive cracks and was considered a hazardous walkway by city standards. Thursday morning, Dad submitted seven different code violation reports on our neighbor with photos and measurements. By Friday, they had their own collection of bright orange notices covering their front door. But Dad wasn't finished yet. He spent the weekend researching every house on our street and found violations everywhere. One neighbor's mailbox was two inches too low. Another family had a tree blocking the sidewalk. The old guy down the street had an unlicensed storage building. Dad filed reports on every neighbor within three blocks. Monday morning was complete chaos. Code enforcement officers drove up and down all day with clipboards and cameras. Every house got at least one violation notice, most got three or four. People stood in their yards screaming at inspectors and pointing fingers at each other like suburban warfare. The city office was flooded with angry calls. One neighbor knocked on our door Tuesday evening holding three orange notices and looking exhausted. Your dad stirred up serious trouble. The whole neighborhood is at war now. Everyone thinks everyone else reported them. Dad smiled and opened the door so she could see our kitchen table covered with twelve violation notices we'd received ourselves. Sometimes when you throw stones in a glass house neighborhood, everyone's windows get broken. Thursday, the city council held an emergency meeting because code enforcement was overwhelmed and neighbors were threatening to sue each other. They announced a thirty day grace period for all violations and formed a committee to review the parking codes. Our original neighbor came over that weekend looking defeated and holding a six pack as a peace offering. His violations would cost him over four thousand dollars to fix. Moving our truck to the street would cost us exactly zero dollars.