So there's this guy named Jim, and he moves into a new neighborhood in California. Looking for a fresh start, Jim gets a well-paying job and moves to the suburbs. Weeks turn to months and months turn to years, and slowly but surely Jim builds a new life with a new routine. Every Monday at 5:30 he goes from work to the grocery store, and gets home from the grocery store at 7. Unfortunately, Jim has a neighbor named Lisa Nancy, and she's a bit of a nut. Everyday, as Jim unlocks his door at 7, Lisa Nancy emerges from her house, walks onto the porch, and screams ""LET THIS NEIGHBORHOOD BE SAFE FROM TIGERS!"" Jim finds this only mildly irritating - even comically quirky - until time drags on. Weeks turn to months and months turn to years, and slowly but surely this habit of Lisa Nancy's grinds on Jim's nerves. Every single Monday at 7: ""LET THIS NEIGHBORHOOD BE SAFE FROM TIGERS!"" Jim takes up the issue with the homeowner's association, but they can't do anything. He writes letters, makes phone calls, even confronts her face to face - nothing works. Finally, Jim snaps. As he goes home that Monday, like clockwork, Lisa Nancy emerges: ""LET THIS NEIGHBORHOOD BE SAFE FROM TIGERS!"" Jim screams back: ""THERE ISN'T A TIGER FOR MILES AROUND, YOU DUMB BITCH!"" To which Lisa Nancy replies, ""You're welcome!""