After a two-week absence, Victoria returned home to a nightmare: her inquisitive neighbors had repainted the bright yellow house her late husband had lovingly painted.
She chose to strike back, infuriated by their arrogance, and gave them a lesson they would never forget.
Hi everyone, I’m Victoria, the lovely 57, and I have a question. Imagine coming home to an entirely different house as you pull into your driveway after a long day of travel. That’s precisely what occurred to me lately, and I’m still furious, I have to say.
On a corner lot, I reside. The newlywed couple Mr. and Mrs. Davis moved into the house next door two years ago. They made crude remarks about my bright yellow house from the very beginning.
They’d chuckle and exclaim, “Whoa! We’ve never seen a house so bright! Did you apply the paint yourself?
“Yup, me and a gallon of sunshine!” Shutting them up, I would say. “What are your thoughts? Must I paint the mailbox after that?
However, I must say that those two next door would not quit bugging me about the color of the house. He would always had to make a joke when Mr. Davis came over.
“Bright enough for you, Victoria?!” He would sneer and nudge his wife, who would join in with a hyena-like cackle.
