
Our Neighbor Treats Everyone Like Her Servants—So I Got Petty & Taught Her a Lesson in Patience
My name’s Gavin, and I live on the second floor of a simple, quiet apartment building with my wife Becca and our two wild, wonderful kids. There’s Liam, who’s seven and can’t stop talking about dinosaurs (“Do you think a T. Rex could fit in our SUV, Dad?”), and little Ava, who’s five and sparkles like sunlight on water. Life here would be near-perfect—if not for one person: Marge from Unit 3B. Strike One: The Fallen Pot Marge thinks the hallway outside our door is her personal garage-and-garden combo. She’s