My arrogant new neighbors have turned my pristine lawn into their parking lot – I may be old, but my revenge has been merciless.

The next morning, I was in the kitchen, pouring myself a cup of tea, when I heard the high-pitched hiss of air escaping from the tires. I put down my cup and went to the window, my heart pounding impatiently. There it was, the neighbor’s big, shiny truck, sitting on four flat tires.

I couldn’t stop smiling. It worked. The man, whose face was a mixture of confusion and anger, stood beside the truck, staring at the flat tires as if he couldn’t believe what he saw. He kicked one of the tires, his anger rising as he realized what had happened.

Then he turned around and his eyes landed on my house. I climbed down from the window, my pulse racing. Soon, he was knocking on my door, each knock louder than the last.

“You did it, didn’t you, you old hag!” she yelled as she opened the door. Her face was red, her fists clenched. “You’ll pay for it!”

I kept my voice steady, even though my hands were trembling a little. “You parked on the grass,” I said firmly. “I asked you to stop and you ignored me. It’s my property.”

“You have no right!” she burst out, taking a step closer, her anger overflowing. “You’ll regret this!”

But I was ready. I’d called the police as soon as I heard the tires squeal, just like Harold would have. I held on as the man untied himself, feeling the tension in the air thicken. But in the distance, I heard the sound of sirens.

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The police arrived quickly; two officers got out of their car and approached the scene. The man turned to them, his anger bubbling as he pointed at me. “She did this! She wrecked my truck!”