My neighbor promised for weeks that he’d clear the debris from my yard. Then one comment made me realize he’d never planned to make it right.
The bathtub appeared on a Tuesday.
I opened my curtains at seven in the morning, looked across the lawn, and just stood there.
There was an entire cast-iron bathtub sitting beside my fence.
Not near the curb.
Not halfway between my house and my neighbor’s.
On my grass.
I called for my husband.
“Aaron.”
No answer.
“Aaron, come here.”
He wandered into the room carrying coffee.
“What?”
I pointed through the window.
He stared.
“Is that a bathtub?”
“No. It’s a decorative birdbath.”
He looked at me.
“Okay. You don’t have to be mean.”
I put on shoes and walked straight next door.
My neighbor Greg had been renovating his house all summer.
At first, I hadn’t cared.
There had been contractors, lumber, dumpsters, tile deliveries, and the usual noise that comes with tearing half a house apart.
The mess only became my problem slowly.
A piece of plastic would blow onto our lawn.
Then cardboard. Then insulation.
I picked it up.
A week later, I found broken cabinet pieces leaning against our fence.
Greg apologized. “Contractors. You know how they are.”
He moved them.
Then came bags of debris. Then old tile. Then a sink.
Each time, Greg promised it was temporary.
Each time, I tried to be reasonable.
We were neighbors.
People renovate. Things get messy.
But a bathtub felt like escalation.
Greg answered his door wearing work gloves.
“Morning.”
“Why is there a bathtub on my lawn?”
He leaned sideways and looked past me.
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