Stoking The Flames
I had a set of neighbors who were just terrible. They would blast music and shout well past acceptable times—I’m talking 4 AM.
They would light a bonfire in their tiny cement yard whenever I put the clothes out on my line to dry. They would feed the bonfire with clothes that still had tags on them, including the security tags.
One lovely summer morning, I opened my back door to a sanitary pad on my doorstep—a used, duct-taped sanitary pad in the very center of my doorstep. It didn’t take long for us to move. Story credit: Reddit / (McStaken)
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