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After Scraping Tape Off My Windows for 4 Hours, I Got the Most Glorious Revenge on My Nosy Neighbor

I spent four sticky, infuriating hours peeling tape off my car with a debit card, muttering every curse I knew while glue clung to my arms like it had a grudge. The whole thing reeked of Barry—the retiree across the street with too much free time and a vendetta over a curbside parking spot. But as I scrubbed the last smear off the windshield, something shifted. I started to smile. Not because it was over, but because somewhere in the fumes and frustration, I came up with a cunning plan…

I woke up to what I thought was frost on my windshield. But no—oh no—it was layers of clear packing tape, crisscrossed over every inch of my 2012 Camry like some demented spider had gone on a bender at Office Depot.

Every door. Every window. Even the side mirrors. Taped.

At first, I just stood there in my bathrobe and slippers, scraping at a strip with my fingernail like maybe it was a bad dream. It wasn’t. There was tape over the license plate. Tape across the hood emblem. Tape inside the gas flap. Tape on tape. Hours of tape.

And in the center of the windshield? A Post-it note in sloppy Sharpie: