She Hung Her Lingerie Outside My Son’s Window—So I Taught Her a Lesson She’ll Never Forget (3 of 4)

Then she added, with a wink, “But hey—if you’re jealous, I can help you shop for cuter underwear.”

And with that, she shut the door.

My eye twitched. My patience snapped. My inner prankster awoke.

That night, I got to work.

Armed with flamingo-print fabric and a mission, I fired up my sewing machine. I crafted what may go down in neighborhood history as the largest pair of granny panties ever created. Think: circus tent meets yard sale meets revenge couture.

By noon the next day, Lisa was out running errands. Perfect. I dashed across our lawns like a suburban ninja, strung up the monstrous flamingo undies on a makeshift clothesline—in front of Lisa’s window—and ran home grinning like a kid who just pulled the ultimate prank.

Then I waited.

Lisa returned. She stepped out of her car… and froze. Her shopping bags hit the pavement as her jaw hit the floor.

“WHAT THE—?! Is that a parachute?!”

I nearly choked laughing.

She stormed over, face flaming. “Did you do this?!”