When my grandpa fell ill, I moved in with him to help out. He treasured his old car, even if he wasn’t driving much anymore—it was one of the last things that gave him joy. But our entitled neighbor seemed to think she had a say in everything we did. She constantly complained about the car “taking up space” in the shared lot, claiming it looked “ugly and abandoned.”
One morning, we walked outside to find deep scratches all over the paint, a slashed tire, and nasty notes taped to the windshield. My grandpa was devastated. I knew immediately who was behind it. Instead of confronting her in anger, I decided to teach her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.
I installed a security camera and reported the vandalism to the police. Sure enough, the footage caught her red-handed. She was fined, forced to pay for repairs, and even faced community service.
When she saw that her “harmless complaint” had real consequences, she stopped bothering us for good. My grandpa got his car restored, and I got the satisfaction of proving that no one messes with family.
