It was uncomfortable.
“Well?” Brenda barked, storming toward us. “Tell him to remove it! Tell him he’s stealing my land!”
The surveyor glanced at her house, then pulled out a thick roll of documents. He pointed to a bright pink stake he’d just driven straight into the middle of her paved driveway.
“The fence is fine,” he said calmly. “It’s actually five feet inside your neighbor’s property.”
Her face went red. “Then what is that stake for?”
He hesitated for a moment. “That marks the true property boundary.”
He paused, then added gently, “And if this boundary is correct… your garage isn’t just slightly over the line.”
He looked her straight in the eye.
“Your entire garage is built on your neighbor’s land.”
Brenda froze.
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