Hey folks, I’m Victoria, sweet 57… and I’m curious. Imagine pulling into your driveway after a long trip, only to see a completely different house staring back at you. That’s exactly what happened to me recently, and let me tell you, I’m still fuming…
A mature woman driving a car | Source: Pexels
I live on a corner lot. Two years ago, Mr. and Mrs. Davis, a newlywed couple, moved into the house next door. Right from the start, they made snide comments about my bright yellow house.
They would laugh and say, « Whoa! That’s the brightest house we’ve ever seen! Did you paint it yourself? »
« Yup, me and a gallon of sunshine! » I’d say, shutting them up. « What do you think? Should I paint the mailbox next? »
A bright yellow house | Source: Midjourney
But let me tell you, those two next door wouldn’t stop harassing me about the house color. Every time Mr. Davis walked by, he’d have to crack a joke.
« Bright enough for you, Victoria?! » he’d sneer, nudging his wife who’d chime in with a cackle like a hyena.
