09/10/2026
My neighbor put a boot on my car, saying, "That rust bucket ruins my view," but she definitely didn't expect my next move.
Last month, my daughter and her husband temporarily moved in with me while their house was being renovated.
I live in a fairly old home with a small driveway, so I let my daughter and her husband use it for their car.
That meant I started parking my old Toyota on the public street.
I wasn't breaking ANY RULES.
I wasn't in a no-parking zone.
I wasn't blocking anyone's driveway.
It was completely legal.
One evening, I parked along the curb in front of my neighbor Deborah's house.
The next morning, she knocked on my door holding a cup of coffee and said:
"If you park your car in front of my house again, YOU'LL REGRET IT!"
I apologized and explained that my daughter and her husband were temporarily staying with me.
But I also reminded her that I wasn't doing anything wrong.
Deborah raised her eyebrows and said:
"Your car is RIGHT IN MY LINE OF SIGHT every time I look out my window! That RUST BUCKET RUINS MY VIEW."
I honestly thought she had to be joking.
But Deborah is Deborah.
That woman loves picking on everyone in the neighborhood.
Once, she removed another neighbor's flowerpots because she didn't like them.
Another time, she threw my granddaughter's bicycle in the trash because it was sitting on my lawn "THE WRONG WAY."
She's unbelievably entitled.
Still, I always tried to keep the peace.
The next evening, after another long day at work, I parked my car on the public street again.
The next morning, I hurried outside, already running late for work, and saw a BOOT attached to one of my wheels.
I was stunned.
Why would anyone put a boot on my car?
Then I turned toward Deborah's house and saw her hurrying toward me in her robe.
She burst out laughing right in my face and said:
"I told you you'd regret it if you parked your car IN MY LINE OF SIGHT again!"
No matter how many times I tried to explain that she couldn't simply do something like this because she didn't like seeing my car from her window, Deborah refused to listen.
I was about to call the police when a BRILLIANT IDEA came to me.
It was even BETTER.
So I took my daughter's car and went to work.
But when I came home, Deborah ran outside screaming at me:
"Did you do this? HOW DARE YOU?!"
Oh yes.
A delivery driver had dropped SOMETHING off at her house that afternoon.
A SPECIAL GIFT from me.
The rest of the story is in the first comment.
