MY NEIGHBOR REFUSED TO PAY ME ($250) FOR CLEANING HER HOUSE AS WE’D AGREED, BUT I DIDN’T LET IT SLIDE.
So, the other day, my young neighbor, who’d just moved into the neighborhood and loved throwing parties, came to me with a favor. She’d had another one of her wild parties, and then she got called out of town for work.
She asked if I could clean up the mess at her place and, of course, offered to pay. I agreed, as extra cash was always nice, right?
Cleaning up her disaster of a house took me a solid TWO DAYS. I scrubbed sticky floors, took out piles of trash, and even washed her dishes. By the end of it, my back hurt, my hands were sore, and I smelled like a mix of stale beer and cleaning supplies.
When she got back, I went over to get paid, expecting a simple, “Thanks! Here’s your money.” But instead, she tilted her head and said, “We never had any agreement!”
At first, I thought she was joking. But when I saw her smirk, I realized she was dead serious.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked.
She crossed her arms. “I don’t remember promising you anything.”
We argued for a good half hour, but she wouldn’t budge. She even had the nerve to say, “Next time, don’t do favors if you expect something in return.”
Oh. Okay. She wanted to play dirty? No problem.
I went home, fuming. But instead of wasting more time arguing, I came up with an idea.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the local garbage dump.
I picked up the smelliest, nastiest trash I could find—half-eaten food, old banana peels, some expired milk cartons, and even a broken fish tank that had been left in the sun for days. It was disgusting, but hey, desperate times called for desperate measures.
Once I had my collection, I made my way back to her house, a devilish grin on my face.
Her car was parked outside, so I knew she was home. I knocked, but of course, she didn’t answer. I bet she knew why I was there.
No worries—I wasn’t planning to have a conversation.
I got to work.
First, I emptied an entire bag of trash onto her doorstep. I made sure to spread it around nicely—some banana peels by the entrance, a few rotten eggs near the windows, and oh, I carefully poured that sour, chunky milk right under her car door handle.
Then, I walked over to her mailbox. Since she wanted to pretend like nothing happened, I figured her mailbox should match her attitude—completely stuffed with garbage.
Finally, the grand finale.
I took that broken fish tank and carefully poured out the disgusting, rotting water right onto her front doormat. The smell hit me like a punch to the face, so I could only imagine what it would do to her.
Satisfied with my masterpiece, I walked back home, feeling lighter than I had in days.
It didn’t take long for her to notice. About ten minutes later, I heard a loud, horrified scream from her house.
I stepped outside, pretending to water my plants, just in time to see her storming towards me.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” she shrieked, her face red with anger.
I shrugged. “Oh, I thought we didn’t have any agreements. Guess I misunderstood.”
Her eyes widened, and for a second, she was speechless. Then she let out an angry groan and stormed back inside, slamming the door behind her.
A few minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was a payment notification—$250.
No message. No apology. Just the money.
I smirked.
She got the message loud and clear.
Now, the real question is… do you think she learned her lesson, or will she try to pull something like this again?
