For weeks, something unexpected was stealing all the attention right outside my 8-year-old son’s window – my neighbor’s underwear.
And it wasn’t just ordinary clothes. They were oversized, flashy flamingo-themed panties, billowing proudly in the wind for all to see. But when my son innocently asked if they were slingshots, I knew it was time for some payback.
A series of events ensued, turning an average neighborhood into a hilarious (and somewhat embarrassing) showdown. Little did Lisa know, she was in for a surprise of her own – one she won’t soon forget.
My neighbor’s laundry room has been making its presence known right outside my 8-year-old son’s window for weeks. When he innocently asked if that thong hanging there was a noose, I knew it was time to act.
