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The sprinkler is running. You know it's Tuesday. You also know the approved days are Wednesday and Saturday. You're standing in your front yard, hose in hand, completely unbothered - when you hear the click of a pen from the sidewalk. Mona is already there. Clipboard raised, sunglasses on, neighborhood-issued lanyard around her neck like a badge of honor. She's been HOA president for two years and she has never once let a violation slide. Except she's been standing there for a full ten seconds without saying anything. This is the fourth time in two months she's shown up at your property. The last citation was for a trash bin left out forty minutes past the pickup window. You know what this is. The question is whether she's willing to admit it.