That home-owners association member who is pain in the tuckus? Get this: He is NOT a home-owner. Based on something weird I’d heard briefly from another owner a year ago, I called the city assessor’s office, and they told me that sure enough, that unit is owned by a woman and has been since the month he moved in in 2004. Maybe the property is in his ex-wife’s name? Maybe. Don’t really care. The fact remains that of the four-member HOA, it is explicit in the bylaws that the HOMEOWNERS are the members, duh, no one else. He’s been shady, all the way around, and I’m done with him.
Boy, am I glad. Perfectly happy to be polite to him, but the dues on that unit have to be paid so we can finally get the roof fixed. He’s been the sticking point, the reason nothing’s been done in a year. He stalls on everything, and fights every member of the HOA, and no longer will he be able to. Yay! He won’t even be able to go to the meetings! Triple yay!
There is just the smallest part of me that feels guilty about being this happy. But I’m ignoring it. Yep. S’cool.
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