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My Neighbor Always Likes To Hang Her Panties Right In Front Of My Son’s Window. Let’s See How She Likes This

It started about three months ago. I couldn’t figure out why my teenage son’s blinds were always half-closed, even on the brightest afternoons. Finally, I asked him, and he turned red, mumbling something about “the laundry situation next door.” At first, I didn’t understand — laundry was laundry, right? But then I looked out his window and saw exactly what he’d been trying not to mention. There, in full view, was something that made my jaw tighten. That’s when I decided she needed to learn a lesson…

I’ve always thought of myself as a tolerant neighbor. Loud leaf blowers at 7 a.m.? I let it go. The occasional barking dog? Fine. But there are some lines you just don’t cross — and my neighbor, Cheryl, practically leapt over that line in stilettos.

It started about three months ago. I noticed my teenage son’s blinds were constantly half-closed, even in the middle of the day. When I asked why, he got red in the face and mumbled something about “the laundry situation next door.”

The “laundry situation” turned out to be Cheryl’s underwear.

For reasons I still don’t understand, Cheryl decided the best spot to hang her freshly washed panties was not in her own backyard, not on a drying rack inside, but right on the low clothesline directly facing my son’s bedroom window. And these weren’t your plain cotton, mom-style briefs. No — we’re talking neon lace, leopard prints, satin with bows.