At one of my boarding barns, the owner got in a financial jam and stopped buying adequate shavings. My sister and I went out and began providing our own shavings, which went on for two or three months. Then we arrived at the barn once to find her and several workers taking the shavings out of our stalls and distributing them amongst the other stalls.
When we did a little 'what's the deal ...' we were told that they were low on shavings, that we shouldn't be so selfish, and then, a few months later when my sister's mare was bread and getting ready to foal, we were asked to leave.
One of the barns we then looked at to move to had what we both felt to be inadequate fencing. It really was quite bad. I must have told somebody that, although I don't remember it, and about five years later I received a call from a lawyer. A horse had gone through the fence and collided with a motorcycle; both died. The lawyer wanted me to testify in court that the fences were inadequate... People have long memories!