and slammed the door in my face. Game on. That night, I created the world’s biggest, brightest, most ridiculous pair of granny panties — flamingo-printed and massive enough to use as a tent. The next day, I strung them right in front of Lisa’s window. Her reaction?
Shock. Fry. And finally… surrender. She agreed to move her laundry, and peace returned to our street. Now, Jake’s window has a clear view again, and I have a fabulous flamingo curtain — because sometimes, the best way to solve a problem is with a little creativity and a lot of polyester.
