My Neighbor Charged Her Electric Car From My House Every Night Without My Permission – I Didn’t Call the Authorities, but I Did Something Better to Teach Her a Lesson

But my husband had bought it for me at a flea market the summer before he died.

Gardening

 

He’d handed it to me and said, “Every garden needs a little nonsense.”

Two days after it vanished, I spotted it beside Monica’s front steps.

She had painted it blue.

I said nothing.

Then my lawn mower disappeared from the garage.

A week later, it mysteriously returned with an empty tank and a dull blade.

Again, I said nothing.

Frank, our neighbor across the street, once complained that Monica had borrowed his ladder and kept it for months.

I laughed with him about it.

“That’s Monica.”

Looking back, that was the problem.

Everyone had become so accustomed to Monica taking things that we’d practically turned her behavior into a personality trait.

I kept telling myself the same thing.

Keep the peace, Eleanor.

Then one night, I couldn’t sleep.

Sometime after midnight, I heard a faint electrical hum outside my bedroom window.

Electricity

 

I pulled back the curtain.

Monica’s Tesla was parked unusually close to my garage.

Then I saw the cable.

It ran from her car directly to the outdoor outlet on the side of my house.

I stared at it for several seconds, almost impressed by the audacity.

Then I put on my robe and slippers and went outside.

Monica was leaning against the car, scrolling through her phone.

Autos & Vehicles

 

“Monica.”

She looked up.