{"id":5384,"date":"2024-10-28T19:19:12","date_gmt":"2024-10-28T19:19:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/?p=5384"},"modified":"2024-10-28T19:19:12","modified_gmt":"2024-10-28T19:19:12","slug":"my-neighbor-threw-eggs-at-my-car-because-it-was-blocking-the-view-of-his-halloween-decorations-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/my-neighbor-threw-eggs-at-my-car-because-it-was-blocking-the-view-of-his-halloween-decorations-2\/","title":{"rendered":"My Neighbor Threw Eggs at My Car Because It Was \u2018Blocking the View\u2019 of His Halloween Decorations"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it\u2019s a prank \u2014 until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.\n\n\n\n

I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you\u2019ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.\n\n\n\n

My days had become a blur since the twins were born.\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn\u2019t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.\n\n\n\n

I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.\n\n\n\n

Then there was Brad.\n\n\n\n

The man took Halloween so seriously that you\u2019d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o\u2019-lanterns, the works.\n\n\n\n

And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.\n\n\n\n

His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad\u2019s ridiculous haunted house.\n\n\n\n

It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.\n\n\n\n

I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you kidding me?\u201d I muttered, staring at the mess.\n\n\n\n

I had parked in front of Brad\u2019s house the night before. It\u2019s not like I had much choice. The twins\u2019 stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I\u2019d parked close to our door.\n\n\n\n

At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad\u2019s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.\n\n\n\n

This had Brad written all over it.\n\n\n\n

Brad, with his grandiose Halloween display, had no claim to the curb but it didn\u2019t matter to him. The man was as territorial as a wolf during the Halloween season.\n\n\n\n

I marched over to his house, barely able to contain the rage bubbling up inside me. I banged on his door, harder than I probably needed to, but I didn\u2019t care. I was done playing nice.\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Brad opened it, looking more smug than usual. He crossed his arms over his chest, and I swear, the arrogance just radiated off him.\n\n\n\n

His house was already in full Halloween mode. Fake cobwebs hung from the gutters, a plastic skeleton waved at me from the porch, and there was a witch lazing in one of the Adirondack chairs\u2026 the whole over-the-top mess.\n\n\n\n

I wasted no time. \u201cDid you see who egged my car?\u201d\n\n\n\n

Brad didn\u2019t even blink.\n\n\n\n

\u201cI did it,\u201d he said, as if he was telling me the time of day. \u201cYour car\u2019s blocking the view of my decorations.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I stared at him, stunned. \u201cYou egged my car because it was parked in front of your house? You didn\u2019t even ask me to move it, you just ruined it?\u201d\n\n\n\n

He shrugged, completely unfazed. \u201cHow can people appreciate my display if they can\u2019t see it from the road?\u201d\n\n\n\n

I blinked. For a second, I thought I might have misheard him. \u201cAre you for real?\u201d\n\n\n\n

He had the audacity to shrug.\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m the Halloween King! People come from all over to see this display, Genevieve. I\u2019m just asking for a little cooperation. You\u2019re always parked there. It\u2019s inconsiderate and it\u2019s ruining the vibe.\u201d\n\n\n\n

Inconsiderate? I was balancing two babies, barely keeping it together, and this man, this egomaniac, was talking to me about inconveniences?\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m sorry my life gets in the way of your spooky graveyard,\u201d I snapped. \u201cI\u2019ve got twins, Brad. Newborn twins.\u201d\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, I know,\u201d he said, leaning against the doorframe like we were discussing the weather. \u201cMaybe you should park somewhere else.\u201d\n\n\n\n

\u201cI park there because it\u2019s easier for me to reach my car when I\u2019m carrying two babies and hauling a stroller!\u201d\n\n\n\n

Brad shrugged. \u201cThat\u2019s not my problem, Genevieve. Listen, you can park there again after Halloween is over, okay?\u201d\n\n\n\n

I stood there, speechless, my anger boiling over. But exhaustion is funny like that \u2014 it snuffs out rage before it can burn too brightly.\n\n\n\n

\u201cFine,\u201d I snapped.\n\n\n\n

So instead of screaming, I turned on my heel and went back inside, shaking with a mix of frustration and disbelief.\n\n\n\n

But something clicked as I washed the egg off my car later.\n\n\n\n

Brad wasn\u2019t just some harmless, overzealous neighbor. He was a bully and I had had enough. If he wanted to play dirty, fine. I was about to play smarter.\n\n\n\n

A genius idea hit me as I sat in the nursery rocking Lily to sleep that night. Brad\u2019s weakness was his pride. He needed his haunted house to be the talk of the town. I didn\u2019t have the energy for confrontation, but revenge? That I could handle.\n\n\n\n