How far would you go to get back at a neighbor from hell? I found out the hard way, and let me tell you, the neighborhood’s still talking about it. When my nightmare of a neighbor turned my backyard into a landfill, he had no idea what was coming.Have you ever had a neighbor who made you want to pull your hair out? Well, let me tell you about mine. I’m Jimmy, and I’ve got a story that’ll make your last neighborly spat look like a tea party.It all started with a fence. Yep, a simple brick wall fence. But in my neighborhood, that fence might as well have been the Great Wall of China.
My neighbor Dan and I? We’re like cat and mouse, always butting heads over something. Think Tom and Jerry. Except we hate being around each other. And this fence took things to a whole new level.I was out in my yard, admiring my handiwork when Dan’s voice carried over. “Hey, Jimmy! What’s the big idea with this monstrosity?” I turned to see him leaning against his pristine lawn, arms crossed. “It’s called privacy, Dan. You should try it sometime.” His eyes narrowed. “Privacy? Or are you just trying to block out my award-winning roses?”I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Trust me, Dan. Your roses are the least of my concerns.”
