Returning from a two-week trip, Victoria found her yellow house repainted gray by her nosy neighbors. Furious, she decided to fight back.
Hi, I’m Victoria, 57, and curious. Imagine coming home after a trip to find your house repainted! That’s what happened to me, and I’m still fuming.
My bright yellow house, painted by my late husband, was a target for my new neighbors, the Davises, who hated its color. They constantly complained and even tried to sue me to change it. But I held my ground.
While I was away, they forged a work order to repaint my house gray. My neighbor saw everything and took pictures, but the police couldn’t act because the painters had a valid work order.
I confronted the painting company, who were shocked and apologized. They agreed to testify against the Davises in court.
In court, the Davises were found guilty of fraud and vandalism. They were ordered to repaint my house yellow and cover all costs.
Outside the courthouse, Mrs. Davis hissed, “I hope you’re happy.” I smiled, “I will be when my house is YELLOW again!” Standing your ground pays off. What do you think?
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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