Have you ever had a neighbor who takes Halloween decorations a little too seriously? Well, I certainly have. Let me tell you the story of the time my neighbor Brad decided to throw eggs at my car because it was supposedly “blocking the view” of his elaborate Halloween display.

I was sleep-deprived, exhausted from taking care of my newborn twins. As Halloween approached, the neighborhood was buzzing with excitement, but I found it hard to muster the energy to join in the festivities. Meanwhile, Brad was going all out with his Halloween decorations, turning his house into a haunted carnival.

One morning, I stepped outside to find my car covered in eggs. It was parked in front of Brad’s house the night before, and I couldn’t believe he would do something like this without even talking to me about it. I marched over to his house, furious and ready to confront him.

Brad opened the door with a smug look on his face and admitted that he had egged my car because it was blocking the view of his decorations. He didn’t even seem sorry about it. He claimed that people couldn’t appreciate his display if they couldn’t see it from the road.

I was speechless. Here I was, struggling to take care of my twins, and Brad was more concerned about his Halloween decorations than being considerate. I realized I had to teach him a lesson, but I didn’t have the energy for a confrontation.

So, instead of arguing with him, I came up with a plan. I approached Brad and suggested that he should upgrade his display with high-tech gadgets like fog machines and ghost projectors. Little did he know, I recommended terrible machines that were known to malfunction.

On Halloween night, Brad’s house turned into a scene from a comedy movie. The fog machine sprayed water instead of mist, the ghost projector went haywire, and one of his inflatable decorations deflated in front of everyone. To top it off, some mischievous teenagers pelted his house with eggs.

The next day, Brad came to my door to apologize for egging my car. He finally realized how hard it must be for me with newborn twins, and he admitted that he had overreacted. I accepted his apology, but I couldn’t help mentioning that things have a way of balancing out.

And just like that, Brad was humbled and learned his lesson about being considerate to others. It goes to show that sometimes revenge doesn’t have to involve confrontation, but rather a clever plan to make someone see the error of their ways.