A smirk and a string of lame excuses: he claimed he didn’t want his car scratched by traffic and downplayed the deplorable state of my garden, calling it “just grass.” Seeing the smug satisfaction on his face, I realized he was desperately trying to provoke me into overreacting and making me look like a crazy neighbor. Refusing to fall into his trap…
I simply smiled, wished her a good day, and went home.
Behind closed doors, I immediately set to work gathering irrefutable evidence. I reviewed my security camera footage, which clearly showed Sheldon leaving his house at 6:17 a.m., looking both ways across the street, and then deliberately backing his SUV right onto my wet lawn. I saved the video.
