I would let it go.
At 7:04 the next day, another tea bag landed beside my plants.
I finished my coffee.
Then I knew exactly what I was going to do.
Before retirement, I had spent twenty-two years as a records manager for a law firm.
People often assume records management means filing.
It does not.
It means knowing exactly what information exists, where it is stored, how pieces connect, and how to retrieve evidence when it matters.
I was very good at my job.
And I had time.
I spent the afternoon researching.
Not revenge.
A response.
There is a difference.
I pulled out my lease.
Our building used a standard agreement, and because I had lived there so long, I already knew many of its clauses.
Tenants could not create a nuisance for neighbors.
Balconies were considered part of the private unit.
Throwing waste over railings was
