Wealthy Neighbor’s Son Shattered My Window with a Ball — They Declined to Compensate, but Fate Struck from an Unexpected Source

I marched outside, the offending baseball clutched in my hand like a grenade. Baron Bigshot was in his driveway, polishing his luxury car with the care most people reserve for newborns.

“Hey!” I shouted, storming up to him. “Your son’s baseball just came through my window. It nearly hit my daughter!”

He barely glanced up. “Oh? And you’re sure it was my son’s ball?”

I thrust the blueberry pie-lathered ball in his face. “Unless baseballs are falling from the sky now, yes, I’m pretty sure.”

He sighed like I was some peasant interrupting his important car-polishing duties. “Look, Ms…”

“Angela. We’ve been neighbors for three years.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Right, right. Angela. Do you have any proof it was my Billy’s ball?”

I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Proof? There’s pie filling on it!”

“Ah,” he nodded sagely, “so you admit you tampered with the evidence.”

I felt my eye start to twitch. “Listen here, Baron Big—”

“I beg your pardon?”

I took a deep breath. “Mr. Worthington. Your son broke my window. He could have seriously hurt my daughter. The least you could do is pay for the repairs.”

He chuckled, actually chuckled! “My dear, do you know how much that would cost?”

“Probably less than one of your car’s tires,” I muttered.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t appreciate your tone. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a birthday party to prepare for. Important guests are coming, you understand. Out of my property!”

He said that. Yep! No apology. No NOTHIN’.

As he turned away, something in me snapped. “Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand that you care more about your fancy party than the safety of your neighbors!”

He spun around, his face red. “Now see here—”

But I was on a roll. “No, you see here! Your son has been terrorizing this neighborhood for months. We’ve all been too polite to say anything, but enough is enough. You need to take responsibility!”

“I suggest you leave now before I call the police for trespassing.”

Defeated and furious, I trudged back home, the sound of his expensive sprinkler system mocking me with every step.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of cleaning up glass and comforting a still-shaken Penny.

As evening fell, the sounds of Baron Bigshot’s party drifted over. Laughter, clinking glasses, and what I was pretty sure was a live band.

I was just about to close the curtains (what was left of them anyway) when I saw something odd. A group of young men in masks, all wearing football jerseys, was marching up Baron Bigshot’s perfectly manicured lawn.

“What in the world?” I murmured, pressing my nose against the wooden window sill divider.

Suddenly, they all raised their arms, each holding a football. And then, in perfect synchronization, they let loose.

Footballs rained down on Baron Bigshot’s party like a sports equipment hailstorm. I watched, mouth agape, as chaos erupted.

Guests screamed and ducked, champagne flutes shattered, and Baron Bigshot himself stood in the middle of it all, looking like a man who’d just seen his worst nightmare come to life.

As quickly as it started, it was over. The football players high-fived each other and jogged away, leaving destruction in their wake.

I was still trying to process what I’d seen when there was a knock at my door. It was Mrs. Stewart, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

“Did you see that?” she asked, barely containing her glee.

I nodded, still stunned. “What… how…”

She winked. “Let’s just say my nephew’s football team owed me a favor. Thought our dear neighbor could use a taste of his own medicine.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, tears streaming down my face. “Mrs. Stewart, you’re a genius!”

She patted my arm. “Sometimes, dear, karma needs a little push.”

The next morning, I was enjoying my coffee when there was a furious pounding at my door. I opened it to find Baron Bigshot, looking decidedly less baronial in his rumpled pajamas.

“YOU!” he sputtered, pointing an accusing finger at me. “You did this!”

I took a sip of my coffee, savoring the moment. “Did what?”

“Don’t play dumb! The football attack! It ruined everything!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And do you have any proof it was me?”

He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, clearly recognizing his own words being thrown back at him.

I leaned against the doorframe, feeling surprisingly calm. “You know, Mr. Worthington, sometimes life has a funny way of teaching us lessons. Maybe this is yours.”

His face turned an impressive shade of purple. “This isn’t over!”

As he stormed off, I called after him, “Oh, and Mr. Worthington? You might want to consider investing in some wooden planks for your windows. I hear they’re all the rage these days.”

I closed the door, grinning to myself. Penny looked up from her coloring book, curiosity shining in her eyes.

“Mommy, why was that man yelling?”

I scooped her up, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Oh, sweetie. He just learned a very important lesson about being a good neighbor.”

Well, folks, there you have it. Karma works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? Sometimes it’s swift, sometimes it takes its sweet time, and sometimes it needs a little nudge from a well-meaning neighbor with connections to a high school football team!

So, tell me, have you ever had a neighbor from hell? A Baron Bigshot of your own? Drop your stories in the comments. After all, misery loves company, and nothing brings people together quite like tales of nightmare neighbors!

New angle of assassination attempt on President Trump from behind

Chaotic new footage of the assassination attempt on former President Donald Trump gives a fresh insight into the moment he was swarmed by Secret Service agents, knocking off his shoes.

The video, filmed from behind the stage and obtained by WBEN, shows Secret Service agents huddling over Trump, shielding him from possible further gunfire, just seconds after his ear was hit by a bullet fired by would-be assassin Thomas Matthew Crooks.

An agent is then seen tossing Trump’s shoes off the stage — with the defiant GOP candidate quickly getting to his feet and calling out, “Let me get my shoes, let me get my shoes.”

Trump could be heard saying "let me get my shoes,” as he stood up after nearly being killed.
The new footage from behind The new footage is a behind-stage view of the moments after Former President Trump was nearly assassinated at his rally in Pennsylvania.WBEN 9.30am

The previously unseen angle of the shooting then shows agents trying to escort a disheveled Trump off stage but are briefly stopped when he puts his fist up in the air to assure the crowd he was not killed.

The footage then captures an up-close view of the former president being safeguarded away from the stage, surrounded by a gaggle of Security Services agents, as rallygoers chant “USA!” and applaud before the video ends.

Trump, 78, cleared up why his shoes were off in an interview with The Post on Sunday.

“The agents hit me so hard that my shoes fell off, and my shoes are tight,” Trump said.

Trump was heard saying, "Let me get my shoes,” as he stood up after nearly being killed.
Trump was heard saying, “Let me get my shoes,” as he stood up after nearly being killed.WBEN 9.30am

The former prez also commended the Secret Service — who have come under much scrutiny since Saturday’s assassination attempt — for their heroic actions.

“They did a fantastic job,” he shared. “It’s surreal for all of us.”

Trump also added he told the agents he wanted to return to the podium and “keep speaking,” but he “just got shot,” so they wouldn’t allow it.

One of the rallygoers positioned in the front row behind Trump when he nearly was killed explained the moments leading up to the recently released video.

Trump was escorted off stage by a gaggle of Security Services agents, as rallygoers chant “USA!” and applaud.
Trump was escorted off stage by a gaggle of Security Services agents as rallygoers chanted “USA!” and applauded.WBEN 9.30am

“At first, I seen him grab his ear, but then he went down,” said Rich from Angola, NY, told WBEN. “We didn’t notice he was wounded, but then the Secret Service jumped on top of him right away.”

Rich noted that the Secret Service remained very professional during the attempt on Trump’s life and that “they did their jobs exactly the way you would expect them to do it.”

Another New Yorker attending the Pennsylvania rally detailed the mayhem that broke out seconds after the shots were fired.

The former prez also commended the Secret Service for their heroic actions.WBEN 9.30am

“We were trying to get closer to the area that [Trump] was, and so therefore, we saw one of the Secret Service men going toward the [stage], so we followed him. And soon after that, we heard that pop, pop, pop, pop. And somebody said, get down,” Joyce Gallagher told the outlet.

“Your brain is trying to process the pop pop, it could be anything, it could be firecrackers. It could be some kind of prank or whatever. But, you know, that’s the point where the surreal comes into play. Immediately, you saw people on the stage ducking, and you also notice people saying, ‘Get down, seriously get down’ and I have never seen people flatten on the ground as far and as fast as I did.”

Crooks, 20, narrowly missed Trump as the presidential hopeful spoke at the rally, grazing the politician’s ear, at his campaign rally in Butler, Pa.

The gunman apparently shimmied up on top of a nearby building, army-crawled into position with a rifle, and squeezed off at least five to seven shots from about 130 yards away at the former president before Security Service snipers killed him.

“They took him out with one shot right between the eyes,” the former president said, praising the snipers.

Trump arrives on the first day of the Republican National Convention, Monday, July 15, 2024, in Milwaukee.
Trump arrives on the first day of the Republican National Convention, Monday, July 15, 2024, in Milwaukee.AP

Trump made an appearance Monday at the GOP convention, two days after he was left bloodied by a sniper’s bullet.

When the 78-year-old former president emerged from the Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, most of his right ear was wrapped in a bandage.

Trump did not deliver remarks during the appearance.84

What do you think? Post a comment.

Earlier in the day, he was officially named the Republican nominee for president after being nominated by more than 1,215 GOP delegates.

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