— but the painters had “valid” documents. The police couldn’t intervene.I marched straight to the painting company. The manager was shocked when I proved the house was mine. The Davises had claimed ownership, declined proper prep work, and paid cash. The job was rushed, sloppy, and totally unauthorized.So I filed a lawsuit.In court, the painting crew testified against them.
My lawyer laid out everything — the forgery, the damage, the impersonation. The judge didn’t hold back: guilty of fraud and vandalism. Their punishment? Community service, full repainting costs, and court fees.As Mrs. Davis scowled outside the courthouse and muttered, “I hope you’re happy,” I looked her dead in the eye and said,“I will be — when it’s yellow again.”