An HOA Karen Called the Cops Over Free Gas—She Didn’t Know Who Actually Owned the Station

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Inside, Tessa was on her third coffee, which meant she’d witnessed whatever fresh chaos had unfolded. She looked at me with the expression of a war correspondent delivering bad news.

“Before you ask,” she said, holding up a warning hand, “no, that sign wasn’t there when I opened at six. Someone snuck up at dawn with continue reading …