While my seven-year-old daughter,
Lacey, was fighting for her life in the hospital with severe pneumonia, my neighbor Carla decided to “decorate” my front door with rotten tomatoes—because I hadn’t put up Halloween decorations early enough.
Between working double shifts and hospital visits, decorating was the last thing on my mind. When I explained my situation to Carla, she brushed it off, and weeks later, we came home to find our front door covered in rotting tomatoes, with a smug note saying, “Now it looks a bit like Halloween.”
Furious, I confronted Carla, only for her husband, Dan, to step in, horrified by what she had done. He cleaned up the mess and apologized. But karma had the last laugh—Carla’s elaborate Halloween display was destroyed by a storm that night. She hasn’t spoken to me since, and I’m enjoying the peace.