Since my new neighbor Lisa moved in, life became a nightmare. One day, I looked out of my son Jake’s window, and there they were — Lisa’s panties flapping in the wind like flags. I was horrified. I shut the curtains, hoping it was a one-time thing. Nope. It became a daily occurrence. My son’s only eight — I didn’t want him seeing that!
“Mom, why does Mrs. Lisa have her underwear outside right in front of my window?” Jake asked, confused.
After weeks of this nonsense, I politely asked Lisa if she could hang her laundry further down. She snapped, “WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT YOUR SON? IT’S MY YARD! Toughen up.”
I felt my blood boil. She had no respect. So, I decided it was time to teach her a real lesson on how to be a good neighbor.
I couldn’t believe her nerve. After Lisa snapped at me, I knew I had to get creative. Clearly, a friendly chat wasn’t going to cut it. So, I took matters into my own hands, but in the most subtle way possible.
The next day, I waited for her laundry routine to begin. As soon as her colorful “flags” were flapping proudly outside Jake’s window again, I put my plan into motion. I went out to my garden, right in view of her laundry, and started assembling a giant clothesline of my own—except mine was covered in… oversized boxers, comically large bras, and the wildest underwear I could find online. Think neon colors, polka dots, stripes—everything but normal. It was a sight to behold!
Within an hour, Lisa came storming over. “What on earth are you doing?” she shrieked, pointing at my over-the-top display.
I just smiled sweetly and said, “Oh, I thought we were starting a neighborhood laundry show! Figured I’d join in. It is my yard, after all.”
