Two months ago, my grandpa had a heart attack. After surgery, he was sent home to recover with the help of a nurse. Visiting him last week, I was horrified to find a cruel message on his dusty car: “YOU ARE A DIRTY PIG! CLEAN UP YOUR CAR OR GET OUT OF THE COMMUNITY. SHAME!”
Furious, I demanded answers from security and discovered the culprit: Briana, a troublesome neighbor who had been harassing Grandpa for months. She complained about petty things like his welcome mat and plants.
I confronted Briana, but she unapologetically dismissed my concerns. Instead of letting it go, I posted evidence of her behavior in the elevator for everyone to see. The community turned on her, and her reputation took a hit.
Grandpa laughed about the neighborhood drama, unaware I was behind it. Sometimes, justice demands a little creativity.
