"That's exactly what concerns me."
Her cheeks flushed.
"You're refusing an authorized HOA enforcement action!"
He raised the document.
"Ma'am, this paper contains my name and a signature that I didn't put there."
She crossed her arms.
"Then take that up with your office."
"I intend to."
He glanced toward the Silverado.
"But until I verify the legal authority and our dispatch records, nobody is removing this truck."
Patricia pointed at me.
"He's been violating our rules for months!"
Daniel looked toward her.
"That's a dispute between the homeowner and the association."
She shook her head furiously.
"Your company has a contract!"
He frowned.
"With whom?"
"The association!"
He looked down at the form.
"Who signed the contract?"
Patricia opened her mouth.
Then closed it.
Daniel waited.
She finally snapped, "You people are impossible!"
The words hung in the air.
I looked toward her.
For months, she had treated every request for an explanation as an insult.
Now she was confronted by another person unwilling to accept her authority without evidence.
And she responded exactly as she always did.
With anger.
I looked toward Daniel.
"Can I inspect the truck once your crew clears the equipment?"
He nodded.
"Absolutely."
Then he turned toward the workers.
"Let's get everything secured and clear the driveway."
The older worker acknowledged him.
The younger one looked relieved.
They began removing the lifting attachments after confirming the vehicle was safely resting on the ground.
Patricia marched toward the truck.
I stepped aside rather than confront her physically.
Daniel held out one hand.
"Ma'am, please stay outside the work area."
She ignored him.
Then pointed toward the windshield.
"That truck is still in violation!"
I looked toward her.
"Then send the proper notice and show me the rule."
She spun toward me.
"I have sent notices!"
"And I requested a hearing."
She jabbed one finger toward my chest.
"You don't get to dictate when the board meets!"
I took a step backward.
"Keep your hands to yourself."
She laughed.
Then shoved my shoulder.
It wasn't a powerful shove.