My Grandparents’ Neighbor Stole Part of Their Land for a Driveway —

Sometimes the best revenge doesn’t require complex plans or legal battles—it’s just about patience and knowing where to park. My grandfather, Lionel, and my grandma have lived in their cozy hillside home for over forty years, surrounded by memories. But their quiet life was disrupted when a bulldozer started carving a driveway on land that wasn’t supposed to be touched. The neighbor, a new guy, had started construction, and when Grandpa confronted him, the man dismissed him rudely, saying,

“Sue me.”Grandpa didn’t want to cause a fuss, but as the weeks passed, the construction continued without apology. Grandma was heartbroken, but Grandpa refused to fight legally—peace was more important. However, my friend Patrick had a different idea. He parked his old F-150 across the driveway, right on their land, with a note saying, “Private Property. Trespassers Will Be Reported.”When the construction crew arrived,

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