“Image system flagged fire-access obstruction.”
The President’s expression hardened.
“This is ridiculous.”
The Homeowner looked toward the Operator.
“Is it blocking?”
The Tow Operator studied the position.
“Technically, yes.”
The President pointed.
“I parked there because your truck was in the way.”
The Homeowner stared.
“My truck was in my driveway.”
“I needed access.”
“To tow my truck.”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Interesting.”
The dispatcher spoke again.
“Do not tow anything without verified authorization.”
The Homeowner smiled.
“Correct.”
The President crossed her arms.
“Good.”
The Homeowner continued:
“Including hers.”
She looked surprised.
The Tow Operator nodded.
“No tow.”
Her expression shifted.
She had apparently expected revenge.
The Black Homeowner had no interest in providing it.
He wanted her SUV moved.
That was all.
“Move it off the marked access area.”
he said.
She stared.
“You’re not having it towed?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t use tow trucks to win arguments.”
That sentence landed harder than he intended.
The Tow Operator looked away.
The HOA President’s jaw tightened.
She opened her SUV.
Before getting in, she turned.
“This isn’t over.”
The Homeowner looked toward his pickup.
“You’re right.”
“It isn’t.”
She drove away.
The Tow Operator remained.
The Homeowner looked toward him.
“You okay?”
The man exhaled.
“I almost towed the owner’s truck.”
“You were following dispatch.”
“I should have checked better.”
“Yes.”
The Operator looked ashamed.
The Homeowner softened.
“But the form told you HOA property.”
“It did.”
“That’s the bigger problem.”
The Operator nodded.
The Homeowner looked toward his house.
Then back.
“How many HOA tows have we done here?”
The Operator shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
“Recently?”
“A lot.”
That answer changed everything.
The Black Homeowner stopped thinking about his pickup.
“How many?”
The Tow Operator opened his tablet.
Jobs could be filtered by account.
He selected the HOA.
Thirty-two calls in eight months.
The Homeowner stared.
“Thirty-two?”
“Completed?”
The Operator filtered again.
Twenty-three vehicles removed.
Nine canceled, unavailable, or resolved before hookup.
The Homeowner frowned.
The neighborhood had fewer than three hundred homes.
Twenty-three tows seemed high.
Maybe not impossible.
But high.
“How many private driveways?”
The Tow Operator hesitated.
The system did not make that easy to see.
Location type came from the requesting customer.
Association common area.
Private lot with owner authorization.
Public road subject to local rules.