An entitled jerk of a neighbor screams at me and my dog and nearly hits us with his car after he

screams at me that he doesn't want my dog on his property. But despite the fact that I was nowhere

near his house, I decided to get some petty revenge by sending him a package of dog poop on his

birthday. Here's what happened. To start things off, I live in an upper middle class neighborhood that

is pretty vast. There are 75 or so homes,

built between the 70s and 90s. There is no homeowners association, but they do have a

neighborhood association and a crime watch organization, but neither of which I'm a part of.

We purchased the home in 2021, and everybody we've met has been really friendly for the most part.

My children are teenagers,

so we haven't explored much of our neighborhood. We often see other people that I assume live

elsewhere, park in front of my home or near it, to walk our neighborhood as well. A couple years

ago we adopted a puppy, and I checked out the distance of the bordering streets of our neighborhood,

and I found it was about three miles. So, walking the outer edges of the

neighborhood became my normal dog walking route. A few weeks ago, our local park was closed for

renovations, so I began exploring all the connecting streets inside my neighborhood to give him new

things to see and smell. And this, of course, gave me the opportunity to meet my new neighbors.

I have in earbuds on walks, so it's mostly simple pleasantries and sometimes a quick conversation. And it's been largely lovely until a couple of days ago. While we're walking about in this new street that we've not been on before, as there isn't much traffic throughout it, I noticed a 60-year-old man in his yard by his garage. I gave him a courtesy smile and a wave, but I noticed he was

speaking to me. Taking my earbuds out, I walked towards his yard, and I asked him, what was that? And he replied by saying, keep your dog off my grass. I was a little shocked by his rudeness and tone, so I replied with a sort of giggle, and I said, well, he wasn't near your grass, but okay, I'm shaking my head walking away and louder now. He says to me,

I do not give a crap. It's my grass and I don't want that effing thing on it. I was almost too stunned to speak, but I managed to say, well, I don't want strange bloated men barking orders at me. So when he does go to the bathroom on your yard, you can say something. Until then, you can go F yourself. I'm now walking fast, calling my

husband completely enraged. I was literally carrying a bag of poop in my hand because I'm not a jerk, and I pick up after my dog. I'm about two streets over when I see a black suburban creeping past a stop sign. And of course, it's the guy who was yelling at me. I mean, I recognized it from his driveway. He is speeding up to me,

and I think he's going to try and run me or my dog over. We hop into someone's yard off the curb, and he speeds by and yells, F you, you stupid B, while giving me his fat red finger out the window. Now, at this point, I am smoking with anger. My dog is confused, but this jerk just let me know that no one is home at his house.

So I circled back, and I opened my steaming bag in the center with anger. My dog is confused, but this jerk just let me know that no one is home at his house.

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