My house is on a corner lot, standing proudly with its cheerful yellow color. It’s been yellow since I moved in, and I love it that way. Two years ago, a newlywed couple moved into the house next to mine. Right from the start, they made weird comments about the color of my house.
“We love the neighborhood, but don’t you think a more neutral color would be better?” they asked, barely concealing their distaste.
“Yellow is so bright. Have you considered something more subdued?” they’d say, always with forced smiles.
Soon, their comments turned into outright demands. “You need to repaint your house. It’s ruining the aesthetic of the street.”
I was baffled. My house had always been yellow, and there was no rule against it. I politely refused, explaining that I loved the color and saw no reason to change it.
Their demands escalated. They called the police and the city on me, but both told them to back off since I hadn’t done anything wrong. They even tried suing me. The suit got tossed, and they had to pay for my legal fees. They attempted to rally our neighbors to form an HOA and force me to repaint. Our neighbors, fed up with their antics, told them to get lost. As a result, the couple became alienated from everyone.
I thought the ordeal was over, but then I had to go out of town for two weeks for a work conference. When I returned, I almost drove past my house because it was no longer yellow. It was GRAY. My heart sank. I instantly knew who was responsible.
I marched over to the couple’s house, and they answered the door with smug smiles. “Oh, welcome back! We thought you’d appreciate the change,” the husband said, his tone dripping with condescension.
“You had no right!” I shouted, my anger boiling over. “This is vandalism. You can’t just repaint someone’s house without permission!”
Their smiles faded as I stormed off, fuming. I immediately called the police and reported the incident. They came, took my statement, and went to speak with the couple. Unfortunately, since there was no direct evidence linking them to the act, the police couldn’t do much beyond taking a report. I knew I needed to take matters into my own hands.
I decided to exact my revenge in a way that would be perfectly legal and incredibly satisfying. First, I had my house repainted yellow again. But I didn’t stop there. I hired a professional muralist to paint a beautiful, vibrant mural on the side of my house facing the couple’s home. The mural depicted a sunny landscape, filled with yellow flowers and a bright, shining sun.
The muralist did an amazing job, and soon my house was the talk of the neighborhood. People loved the artwork and complimented me on it constantly. The newlywed couple, however, were furious. They complained to the city again, but since murals are allowed and the artwork was on my property, they couldn’t do anything about it.
I also decided to throw a neighborhood block party to celebrate the mural. Everyone was invited, except the couple. The event was a huge success, and our neighbors showed their support for me by complimenting the mural and sharing stories about how much they disliked the couple’s behavior.
In the end, my revenge was complete. The couple, unable to handle the isolation and constant reminder of their failed attempt to control me, eventually put their house on the market and moved away. As for me, I got my yellow house back, and now it was even better with a stunning mural that brought joy to everyone who saw it.
Justice had been served, and my house remained a cheerful, sunny yellow – just the way I loved it.
