Condo Chronicles

Act I: The Cocky Crescendo
Ah, remember the glory days?
When the board was strutting through the halls with legal memos clutched like royal decrees? When they were absolutely certain that the tribunal ruling would be overturned, the dog would be evicted, and I’d presumably be catapulted into space for daring to assert my rights?

There were smirks, there were shrugs, and of course – the classic line:

“We’re confident in our legal position.”

Spoiler alert: So was Napoleon at Waterloo. The irony….

Act II: The Vanishing Act
Then came the ruling.

They lost.
Not just “oops” lost – but every-single-point lost.
Damages upheld. Costs awarded. Judicial dignity preserved.

And now?

🦗 Silence.

Not a memo.
Not an apology.
Not even a “sorry for spending your money like it was poker night at Caesar’s Palace.”

Suddenly, the board that once couldn’t stop writing legal updates has entered a collective Witness Protection Program. I half expect to see Mildred in sunglasses and a fake mustache at the mailbox.

Act III: Enter the Flyers
Since the Board didn’t bother to inform you – the people footing the bill – I did.

Yes, it was me, your disobedient, ungrateful, previously gaslit neighbour, who spent a full evening posting flyers door to door, because the board couldn’t summon the basic decency to say:

“We lost, and yes, you paid for it.”

I shouldn’t have to do their job.
But then again, if they were capable of doing their job, we wouldn’t be here.

🐾 Final Note

This entire saga started with a service dog and ended with a $300,000 invoice.
You lost your money. They lost your trust.
And now they’ve lost their voices too.

Funny how that works.

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