At some point, complainants make clear to the Auburn Code Compliance officer standing there, or on the phone, or at the business end of an email, that they have had more than they can stomach of the “yecch” that code scofflaws are making of their city.
Like the graffiti on the neighbor’s fence, or that rusted dandelion-sprouting shell-of-a-car, or that weed-wild lot across the street, or those unattended piles of garbage that have festered for weeks or longer, breeding rats and other pests that nest in stink.
The complainants want the city to get on it…