MY NEIGHBOR KEPT HANGING HER PANTIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SON’S WINDOW. 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. ⬇️
My neighbor’s undies stole the spotlight right outside my 8-year-old son’s window for weeks. When he innocently asked if her thongs were slingshots, I knew it was time to end …
MY NEIGHBOR KEPT HANGING HER PANTIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SON’S WINDOW. 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. ⬇️ Read More
