My Neighbor Painted My Entire Car Pink—The Next Morning, She Pounded on My Door Screaming About Her Own Car
“Christine!” The pounding on my front door was so violent that my coffee nearly slipped from my hand. When I opened it, my neighbor Denise stood on the porch in a bathrobe, her hair wild, one slipper hanging halfway off her foot and her face flushed with rage. “Did you do this?” she screamed. “I…