For weeks, my neighbor’s underwear was on full display outside my 8-year-old’s window. When Jake innocently asked if her thongs were slingshots, I knew it was time to teach Lisa a lesson in laundry etiquette.
It started when Lisa moved in next door. One day, I glanced out Jake’s window and saw a collection of bright, lacy undergarments fluttering in the breeze. Jake noticed too and asked why Mrs. Lisa had her underwear outside. I told him, “She likes fresh air.”
Weeks passed, and Jake’s curiosity grew. One day, he wanted to hang his superhero boxers out front. That’s when I decided to talk to Lisa. She shrugged me off, saying, “It’s just clothes. Loosen up.”
Annoyed, I grabbed my sewing machine and stitched up the biggest pair of granny panties I could make—practically a parachute. I hung them proudly in front of Lisa’s window.
When Lisa returned, she screamed. I stepped outside and said, “Love the new decor.” Red-faced, she demanded I take them down. “Fine, I’ll move my laundry,” she said, defeated.
Since then, Lisa’s laundry has disappeared. Jake was a little disappointed. Me? I now own a unique pair of flamingo curtains.
