An Unexpected Surprise
My parents still live in the United States. The HOA guy in their neighborhood is a little man with a big ego, so we’ll call him Jerkface. Bit of a misogynist.
When he sees something amiss in his precious street (like a campaign sign in someone’s yard, the horror) he waits until the husband leaves for work so he can yell at the wife. Because obviously, all wives stay at home.
So my mom left early in the morning for work. Jerkface saw a car pull out of the garage and leave, so that must have been the man of the house.
He tiptoed up to the stairs with some defiant look on his face, only to be greeted by an unexpected surprise—my giant father, asking him what the heck he wanted. He turned around and went home.
Then later that week, he found a house that four students were renting and informed them that this was a neighborhood for “family units only.” He was rightfully laughed off the porch.