What's Wrong with these People?

We played tag and escaped convinct around the neighborhood when I was a kid, and there was that one fucking house with that one guy who always flipped out if we ran across his grass, or tried to sell lemonade, or tried to play ball hockey, or build a snow fort in the center of the court - that one guy who had to make a stink about it. There are people who are orderly and who admire rule-following, and then there are people who would be rounding up the "others" in some nightmare dystopia. You may think I'm overreacting, but in one universe this lady is pretending to call the police because a kid is selling water, and in a parralel universe she's processing condemned inmate #50865 for the incinerator.