An HOA Karen Called the Cops Over Free Gas—She Didn’t Know Who Actually Owned the Station

whispered comedic commentary.

“Mark,” she’d said earlier, leaning out from behind the snack racks, “I can smell HOA trouble brewing in the wind today.”

“You’re imagining things,” I’d muttered while restocking the gum display.

Tessa raised a knowing eyebrow. “The last time I felt this specific vibe, Mrs. Hartley tried to return a hot dog because she claimed continue reading …