In the neighborhood I had lived in as a child there was somebody in the area that had it in for my dad. The reason why I do not know. But it was not always this way as when we first moved into the area our family had little problems but as time passed many of the people in the area retired and they had nothing better to do with their time except nose around and critique other people's properties.
When my dad was in his late 40s he started to sell a few used cars on the side and would have these vehicles parked out back. After about a month or so a bylaw officer stickered each car for being abandoned. My dad tore off the sticker and resumed selling the cars. But every couple weeks the bylaw officer came around to put on the stickers. This went on for several years and my dad never once had to pay a fine, but he also never found out who was complaining.
After a couple of years of selling used cars my dad had enough of it as his own business had picked up so he no longer needed the extra cash. During this time period my dad was very busy and neglected shoveling the snow in the winter and mowing the lawn in the summer which agitated someone in the area and again my dad received warning letters from the bylaw officers to shovel the snow and keep up the lawn. My dad was shrewd and just did enough yardwork to avoid a fine. But every winter and summer the bylaw officer came around to inspect because someone complained. It is interesting to note that bylaw officers only check on things when there is a complaint otherwise they do nothing.
Over time these complaints about our sidewalks and lawn lessened. But inside my dad was burning with rage because he knew that there was someone in the area that would be friendly towards him but was stabbing him in the back. He didn't know who. He would talk about it sometimes as we would try to eliminate the suspects and try to figure out it could be, but there were too many possibilities. All we knew was that it had to have been somebody who was a snoop and constantly walked around the neighborhood, but there were lots of people that did.
Then one day my father got a nasty letter from the city about our fence that was not being kept up to community standards. The letter said he had three months to replace the fence or the city would do it for him at an outrageous cost of 10,000 dollars which if not paid would be added to the house taxes.
My dad snapped and went to a crooked lawyer who knew someone in the city that liked to take bribes for information. For 500 dollars he found out who it was that was complaining to the bylaw officers for the past 30 years.
It was my mother.