My neighbor kept hanging her underwear right in front of my son’s window, so I gave her a good lesson

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Recently, a new neighbor moved into the house next door. One morning, as I glanced out of my son’s bedroom window, I nearly choked on my coffee.

She had set up her laundry rack right in front of my son’s window. The problem was, it wasn’t her clothes, but her underwear, quite… noticeable ones.

It’s worth mentioning that the houses in our neighborhood are very close to each other. From the window of our house, you can clearly see the yard of the neighboring house.

At first, I didn’t really pay attention to this detail, but over time, it became a habit, and even my son started to notice. One day, he asked me, “Mom, why are our neighbor’s panties so small? Do they use them to throw rocks?”

At that moment, I realized it was high time to take action. So, I went to talk to my neighbor. At first, she was pretty friendly, but as soon as I brought up the subject and politely asked her to dry her underwear inside, she replied, “In my house, I do what I want!”

I quickly realized that such a conversation would lead nowhere. So, I decided the best solution would be to teach her a good lesson.

My neighbor kept hanging her underwear right in front of my son’s window, so I gave her a good lesson

I came up with a somewhat crazy idea.

I took out the sewing machine to create giant panties, decorated with flamingos, and hung them up in front of her window.

I did this while she was away.

The spectacle was so extravagant that it was impossible to ignore, even from afar.

My neighbor kept hanging her underwear right in front of my son’s window, so I gave her a good lesson

The whole street must have been wondering what was going on.

When my neighbor returned, she froze at the surreal scene.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the enormous underwear hanging there, as if making sure it wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

My neighbor kept hanging her underwear right in front of my son’s window, so I gave her a good lesson

After a moment of shock, a burst of laughter rang out, breaking the silence.

Shaking her head, she finally began to take down her laundry, her laughter echoing in the room.

Since that day, she’s never hung her laundry outside again.

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