My Neighbor Mocked Me on My Own Lawn — So I Outsmarted Him With Style
For nearly ten peaceful years, Brian enjoyed the kind of neighborhood most people dream about—quiet streets, friendly waves, trimmed lawns, and zero drama.
That all changed the day Tim and his wife moved in next door.
At first, Tim seemed fine. Polite, even. Brian welcomed him with open arms, hoping they’d form the kind of neighborly friendship that lasts for years.
But it didn’t take long for the cracks to show.
One week in, Tim asked to use Brian’s driveway while his own was being redone. Brian, apologetic but firm, explained that his family’s schedule kept their driveway full—between his kids, visiting relatives, and teenage drivers, there simply wasn’t room.
Tim didn’t take it well.
Days later, Brian came home to find Tim’s truck parked in his driveway—no permission, no warning. And it didn’t stop there. It became a pattern: blocking access, disrupting routines, acting like it was no big deal.
When Brian finally confronted him, Tim just shrugged. “It’s temporary, man. Relax.”
Brian considered calling the HOA—but then, Tim went too far.
One morning, Brian stepped outside to see bright orange spray paint scrawled across his front lawn:
“SELFISH JERK.”
That was the last straw. But instead of lashing out, Brian picked up the phone and called his brother Andrew—a professional landscaper with a creative streak (and a wicked sense of humor).
Together, they tore up the defaced grass and installed a brand-new lawn—this time, with a surprise: a hidden sprinkler system rigged to release a harmless but highly visible blue dye.
The next morning, as if on cue, Tim and his dog strolled by.
Swoosh. The sprinklers erupted.
Tim was instantly drenched in electric blue, from head to toe.
Furious, he stormed over to Brian’s porch.
Brian opened the door, smiled, and said calmly,
“What are you going to do—call the cops over water?”
Tim hasn’t parked in Brian’s driveway—or spoken to him—since.
Peace, it seems, has returned to the neighborhood.
