The Next Evening
Sure enough, Monica returned.
She parked in approximately the same place.
She got out.
She walked toward my garage.
And then she stopped.
From inside my house, I watched her stare at the newly secured outlet.
She tried the cover.
It didn't open.
She looked around.
Then she walked back toward her car.
A few minutes later, she came to my front door.
She was furious.
“What did you do to the outlet?”
I opened the door.
“I secured my property.”
“You can't do that!”
I almost laughed.
“It's my outlet.”
She insisted that she had been using it for days.
I reminded her that was precisely the problem.
“You've been charging your vehicle using electricity that I pay for without asking me.”
She folded her arms.
“You're making a huge deal out of nothing.”
I calmly explained that the issue wasn't simply the cost of electricity.
It was the fact that she had repeatedly used my property without permission.
Then I told her something that finally seemed to get her attention.
“I've documented every time I've seen you charging here.”
Her expression changed.
