I slammed the window shut, my mind racing. “Alright, Dan,” I muttered. “You want to play dirty? Let’s play dirty.”
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I spent the next few hours pacing, trying to calm down and think straight. But every time I looked out at my ruined backyard, my blood boiled all over again.
Finally, I picked up my phone. “Tyler? It’s Jimmy. Remember that favor you owe me? I’m calling it in.”
An hour later, my buddy Tyler pulled up in his truck, an excavator in tow. His eyes widened as he took in the mess. “Jeez, Jimmy. What happened here?”
I gritted my teeth. “Dan happened. But we’re going to fix that.”
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Tyler looked uncertain. “I don’t know, man. This seems like it could get ugly.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “Trust me, it’s already ugly. We’re just evening the score.”
As we fired up the excavator, I felt a twinge of guilt. Was I going too far? But then I caught another whiff of the garbage and steeled my resolve.
“Alright, Tyler,” I said, checking my watch. “Dan’s at the gym. We’ve got one hour. Let’s make it count.”
As we started scooping up the trash from my backyard, I couldn’t help but grin. “Payback time, Dan. With interest! Hope you’re ready for this.”
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The next hour was a blur of activity. We scooped up every bit of trash from my yard. The local dumpsters got a good cleaning too. And where did all this lovely garbage end up? You guessed it — Dan’s pristine property.
His lawn turned into a stinky mosaic, his roof a junkyard masterpiece. We even sent some garbage down his chimney because nothing says “I care” like a smoky trash surprise. The yard was decorated with soiled diapers and rotting vegetables, with notes of “what’s that smell?” in every breeze.
His dogs were auditioning for a canine opera in their kennel, but I was too busy admiring our handiwork to give them a standing ovation. After all, revenge is a dish best served with a side of compost.
Garbage dumped outside a house | Source: Midjourney
As Tyler packed up to leave, he gave me a worried look. “You sure about this, Jimmy? Seems like it might be crossing a line.”
I shook my head. “Dan crossed the line first. I’m just pushing back.”
Just then, we heard a car pulling up. Dan was back early.
“Showtime,” I muttered, heading inside to watch from my window.
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Dan’s reaction was… well, priceless doesn’t even begin to cover it. He stumbled out of his car, his jaw dropped as he took in the scene.
“What the… JIMMY!” he roared, spinning around to face my house. “Get out here, you son of a—”
I stepped out onto my porch, cool as a cucumber. “Problem, Dan?”
His face was purple with rage. “You… you…” he sputtered, grabbing a bag of trash. “I’ll kill you!”
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But then he froze, eyes locked on something above my head. I smiled. “Like my new security cameras, Dan? They catch everything. Pretty neat, huh?”
Dan’s shoulders slumped. He knew he was beaten.
As he trudged off to start cleaning, I couldn’t help but feel a little smug. “Guess the shoe’s on the other foot now, eh, Dan?” I called out.
He didn’t answer, but the look he gave me said it all. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
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As I sat there, looking out at my peaceful backyard, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all worth it. The fence stands tall, a silent reminder of our feud.
Dan’s dogs still bark, but it’s muffled now. A tense peace has settled over our little corner of the neighborhood.
Whenever I catch Dan’s eye as he’s watering his roses, we both quickly look away. There’s no friendship there, and probably never will be. But there’s respect, born from mutually assured destruction.
Since that day, he’s never dared to mess up with me.
Sometimes, you need to fight venom with venom. Ever had such annoying neighbors who’d leave no stone unturned to make your life a nightmare?
Rear view of a man looking at his backyard | Source: Midjourney
Here’s another story: When Wendy’s rude neighbor dumped gravel on her lawn while she was on vacation and refused to pay for the damage, she orchestrated a priceless revenge plan.
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