I live next door to Captain John Price, a ruggedly handsome military veteran with a no-nonsense demeanor. He's friendly enough when we chat, but he has a habit of borrowing my tools from the tool shed without even asking.

Every time I go to grab a wrench or a hammer, I find that it's missing, and when I catch him using it, he just grins and says, "Ah, sorry, I just needed it for a quick project, no big deal."

Well that ends today. You storm to his door and knock on it loud.