Someone kept ruining my freshly painted garage door just days before our neighborhood’s biggest competition. When I discovered who was behind it, I decided to give the judges a show they’d never forget.
The bottom half of my white garage door was covered in black paint.
I noticed it while taking out the trash before work on Friday morning. At first, I thought I was seeing things.
Then I walked closer and saw the thick, uneven strokes running across the panels.
“Toby!” I shouted toward the house.
My husband appeared on the porch, still holding his coffee.
“What happened?”
I pointed at the garage.
“Who the hell would do something like this?”
Toby stared for a moment, then sighed.
“Probably teenagers. You know how those kids from the high school get.”
He had a point. The school was only a few blocks away, and we’d occasionally found toilet paper in our trees or empty soda cans scattered across the lawn.
But this was different.
For months, I’d worked to make our house beautiful.
I’d planted roses and hydrangeas, trimmed the hedges until they were practically symmetrical, and decorated the porch with hanging flower baskets. Toby had repainted the garage door just three weeks earlier.
And now someone had ruined it.
What made it worse was that the annual neighborhood beautification competition was only days away.
I’d won last year, and I desperately wanted to win again.
The prize was a thousand-dollar gift certificate to the local garden center, but honestly, seeing my hard work recognized meant even more.
“Don’t worry,” Toby said, squeezing my shoulder. “We’ll fix it Saturday.”
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