When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
Neighbor Asked My Daughter to Babysit for a Week, Then Refused to Pay – I Was Furious and Taught Her a Lesson
After watching Lucy for a week, she came home crying, and that made me angry in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Mrs. Carpenter, our arrogant neighbor, had declined to give Lucy money, dismissing it as a “life lesson.” I was determined to set things right, so I came up with a scheme to make sure Mrs. Carpenter had her own lesson. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Lucy staggered through the front door. Alarms went off at the sight of her crying, something she did not often do. My heart fell when I saw how completely defeated my normally calm daughter appeared. “Lucy?
” I hurried over and put my hands there.With tears streaming down her cheeks, Lucy staggered through the front door. Alarms went off at the sight of her crying, something she did not often do. My heart fell when I saw how completely defeated my normally calm daughter appeared.”Lucy?” I hurried over and put my hands on her shaky shoulders. “What took place?” She wiped away her tears and shook her head at first, unable to say anything. I helped her to the couch so she could collect herself. At last, she let forth a tremulous whisper. “Mom, she refused to pay me.”Who wouldn’t give you money? I inquired, perceiving the direction this was going. “Mrs. Carpenter,” Lucy cried with a fresh tear in her eye. She claimed that it was a “life lesson” and that I ought to have received it in writing. She also didn’t give me any money.My heart raced. “That’s what she said?”
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