I marched outside, the offending baseball clutched in my hand like a grenade. Baron Bigshot was in his driveway, polishing his luxury car with the care most people reserve for newborns.
“Hey!” I shouted, storming up to him. “Your son’s baseball just came through my window. It nearly hit my daughter!”
He barely glanced up. “Oh? And you’re sure it was my son’s ball?”
I thrust the blueberry pie-lathered ball in his face. “Unless baseballs are falling from the sky now, yes, I’m pretty sure.”
He sighed like I was some peasant interrupting his important car-polishing duties. “Look, Ms…”
“Angela. We’ve been neighbors for three years.”
He waved his hand dismissively. “Right, right. Angela. Do you have any proof it was my Billy’s ball?”
I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Proof? There’s pie filling on it!”
“Ah,” he nodded sagely, “so you admit you tampered with the evidence.”
I felt my eye start to twitch. “Listen here, Baron Big—”
“I beg your pardon?”
I took a deep breath. “Mr. Worthington. Your son broke my window. He could have seriously hurt my daughter. The least you could do is pay for the repairs.”
He chuckled, actually chuckled! “My dear, do you know how much that would cost?”
“Probably less than one of your car’s tires,” I muttered.
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t appreciate your tone. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a birthday party to prepare for. Important guests are coming, you understand. Out of my property!”
He said that. Yep! No apology. No NOTHIN’.
As he turned away, something in me snapped. “Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand that you care more about your fancy party than the safety of your neighbors!”
He spun around, his face red. “Now see here—”
But I was on a roll. “No, you see here! Your son has been terrorizing this neighborhood for months. We’ve all been too polite to say anything, but enough is enough. You need to take responsibility!”
“I suggest you leave now before I call the police for trespassing.”
Defeated and furious, I trudged back home, the sound of his expensive sprinkler system mocking me with every step.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of cleaning up glass and comforting a still-shaken Penny.
As evening fell, the sounds of Baron Bigshot’s party drifted over. Laughter, clinking glasses, and what I was pretty sure was a live band.
I was just about to close the curtains (what was left of them anyway) when I saw something odd. A group of young men in masks, all wearing football jerseys, was marching up Baron Bigshot’s perfectly manicured lawn.
“What in the world?” I murmured, pressing my nose against the wooden window sill divider.
Suddenly, they all raised their arms, each holding a football. And then, in perfect synchronization, they let loose.
Footballs rained down on Baron Bigshot’s party like a sports equipment hailstorm. I watched, mouth agape, as chaos erupted.
Guests screamed and ducked, champagne flutes shattered, and Baron Bigshot himself stood in the middle of it all, looking like a man who’d just seen his worst nightmare come to life.
As quickly as it started, it was over. The football players high-fived each other and jogged away, leaving destruction in their wake.
I was still trying to process what I’d seen when there was a knock at my door. It was Mrs. Stewart, grinning like the cat that got the cream.
“Did you see that?” she asked, barely containing her glee.
I nodded, still stunned. “What… how…”
She winked. “Let’s just say my nephew’s football team owed me a favor. Thought our dear neighbor could use a taste of his own medicine.”
I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing, tears streaming down my face. “Mrs. Stewart, you’re a genius!”
She patted my arm. “Sometimes, dear, karma needs a little push.”
The next morning, I was enjoying my coffee when there was a furious pounding at my door. I opened it to find Baron Bigshot, looking decidedly less baronial in his rumpled pajamas.
“YOU!” he sputtered, pointing an accusing finger at me. “You did this!”
I took a sip of my coffee, savoring the moment. “Did what?”
“Don’t play dumb! The football attack! It ruined everything!”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And do you have any proof it was me?”
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, clearly recognizing his own words being thrown back at him.
I leaned against the doorframe, feeling surprisingly calm. “You know, Mr. Worthington, sometimes life has a funny way of teaching us lessons. Maybe this is yours.”
His face turned an impressive shade of purple. “This isn’t over!”
As he stormed off, I called after him, “Oh, and Mr. Worthington? You might want to consider investing in some wooden planks for your windows. I hear they’re all the rage these days.”
I closed the door, grinning to myself. Penny looked up from her coloring book, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“Mommy, why was that man yelling?”
I scooped her up, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Oh, sweetie. He just learned a very important lesson about being a good neighbor.”
Well, folks, there you have it. Karma works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? Sometimes it’s swift, sometimes it takes its sweet time, and sometimes it needs a little nudge from a well-meaning neighbor with connections to a high school football team!
So, tell me, have you ever had a neighbor from hell? A Baron Bigshot of your own? Drop your stories in the comments. After all, misery loves company, and nothing brings people together quite like tales of nightmare neighbors!
“Julia Roberts’ Twins Are All Grown Up — See the Stunning Pics of Her ‘Mini-Me’ Teens
Actress Julia Roberts thinks her twins, Phinnaeus and Hazel, who are now grown up, look a lot like their dad, Danny Moder.
The “Pretty Woman” star and her husband are known for keeping their family life out of the spotlight. However, every now and then, they share glimpses of their three children on social media. When Danny recently posted photos of the couple’s 19-year-old twins, fans couldn’t help but admire how much they resemble their father.
At age 37, Julia Roberts gave birth to twins Phinnaeus and Hazel, both arriving healthy around 3 a.m. on November 28, 2004, in a Los Angeles hospital. Her younger son, Henry, now 17, was born on June 18, 2007.
Julia has shared how motherhood came when she was ready, saying her kids “chose” her to guide them. Despite sometimes feeling nervous about parenting, she believes she was prepared when they entered her life.
Julia and Danny Moder keep their family private, but they’ve shared sweet glimpses on social media. Julia once joked that Henry used to think “the twins” meant all three siblings instead of just Phinnaeus and Hazel.
Julia has also kept her children out of the spotlight, choosing to protect them from fame’s pressures. Her kids knew she was famous but didn’t fully understand what it meant, though they sometimes saw tabloid headlines in stores, which made Julia feel uneasy. Hurtful rumors, especially those about her marriage, also affected her.
Because of these challenges, Julia and Danny decided to move their family out of Los Angeles to avoid the Hollywood scene. They initially stayed in L.A. for work, but later settled in San Francisco to give their kids a more private life.
To keep them safe from media pressures, Julia has banned her children from using social media. She also sets limits on what they watch on TV and holds family meetings to keep open communication and help them navigate today’s world.
Julia has worked hard to help her kids feel empowered. For example, when Hazel faced challenges, Julia brought her to her first Women’s March in Washington, hoping it would show her she has a voice and a place in the world.
Hazel is a unique individual, and when she joined her dad at the Cannes Film Festival in 2021, she even skipped makeup, preferring a simple look. She also shares her mom’s love for fashion, trying on Julia’s famous black and white Valentino gown from the 2001 Oscars. Although it didn’t fit, Julia remembered how beautiful Hazel looked in it.
Julia often reflects on motherhood, saying there’s no “mastering” it. She believes parents should seek help when needed, as parenting brings new challenges.
In 2022, Julia admitted she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness when her twins went off to college, as she never had that experience herself. Although Julia feels her kids resemble her, she sees them look more like Danny when he’s home, and fans agree.
On the twins’ 17th birthday in 2021, Danny posted a picture that had fans commenting on how much they look like their dad. A year later, on their 18th birthday, Julia shared a cute baby photo of them. These “babies” will be turning 20 in late 2024!
Julia and Danny, who’ve been married for 22 years, are happy together and have done their best to protect their kids from the pressures of fame. Based on their family’s social media moments, they seem to have created a joyful and close-knit family.
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