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HOA Karen Snuck Guests Into My Hot Tub So I Dyed It Neon Green

I moved into the neighborhood last spring, drawn in by the peaceful cul-de-sac, the well-kept lawns, and the fact that the HOA brochure didn’t explicitly mention anyone named Karen. My backyard was my sanctuary—a little patio, some hedges, and the crown jewel: a brand-new, six-person hot tub I saved up for during the bleak corporate Zoom years. It was my happy place after long days of spreadsheets and passive-aggressive emails, and within weeks, it earned a reputation on the block. Not for wild parties, mind you—but for being the one thing Karen couldn’t control. I didn’t know her well then, just that she lived two houses down and had a voice that sounded like an air horn trapped in a wine glass. Our first interaction was as polite as microwaved tofu—she introduced herself with, “Hi, I’m Karen, head of the HOA,” followed by a rehearsed smile that died before reaching her eyes. She didn’t say anything about the hot tub that day, but she stared at it like it owed her money. The first letter came a week later: “Dear Resident: Per HOA guideline 4.7.b, all backyard fixtures must not exceed 4 feet in height without prior approval.” My hot tub was 4’2”. I measured it three times. I sent her a polite email pointing out the difference, attaching a photo of me holding a ruler like I was in a backyard science fair. Her reply was a single sentence: “The HOA board will discuss this at our next meeting.” That meeting, I learned, was her, her husband (who blinked twice if he needed help), and a neighbor she bribed with bundt cake. Still, I played nice. Then came the bizarre rules. “Hot tubs must not be used after 9:30 PM due to ‘thermal noise pollution.’” “Spa covers must be a neutral color to avoid ‘backyard visual aggression.’” I complied. I bought a beige cover so dull it made toast seem spicy. I moved my night soaks earlier. But complying only made her bolder. One afternoon, I caught her in my yard, measuring the distance between my hot tub and the property line with a tape measure and a glass of rosé. When I asked her what she was doing, she smiled sweetly and said, “Just checking compliance—your tub might be too close to the maple tree.” I told her I hadn’t seen that clause in the HOA bylaws. She winked and said, “It’s in the spirit of the regulations.” That night, I drafted an email to the HOA requesting clarification. The next morning, she responded by citing a line from the 2009 bylaws: “No structure may intrude on shared tree root systems.” I’m not kidding. I started to feel like I was being baited. My friends joked about “Hot Tubgate,” and one even gave me a gnome with binoculars as a gift—Karen’s spirit animal. Then came the mysterious wet footprints. Every few days, I’d find small puddles near the hot tub cover, even when I hadn’t used it. Once, my water levels were noticeably low. I chalked it up to evaporation—until I found a half-empty can of Truly floating beneath the bench seat. I didn’t drink Truly. I didn’t even like Truly. That’s when I bought a small motion-activated camera and set it up discreetly behind the fence trellis. I wasn’t expecting much—maybe a raccoon, maybe a prank—but the footage I captured made me do a spit-take with my morning coffee. There she was: Karen, 9:47 PM, fluffy slippers, robe, and a smug expression that could peel paint. She waved someone in—three women in their 40s with matching wine tumblers and yoga pants. They all climbed into my hot tub like it was a public spa. They laughed, gossiped, and toasted under my string lights like it was their own bachelorette party. One even wore a “Live Laugh Love” shirt like it was ironic. Karen had the gall to splash her feet in the tub while holding a clipboard. At one point, she looked directly at the camera and winked. I paused the footage, zoomed in, and whispered to myse Disclaimer: The stories on this channel are for entertainment and comedic purposes only. They are fictionalized retellings inspired by online anecdotes and are not based on real people or events. This content is meant to entertain, bring laughter, and highlight absurd situations in a fun and engaging way. We do not promote or encourage confrontational or unethical behavior—just good storytelling and entertainment!