Neighbours Destroy Their Vehicles Because They Refuse to Stop Running over Fence!

The Gillian’s are stubborn folks, to say the least. Even when neighbors Fred and Julie Wilson presented them with legal proof, Mr. Gillian refused to believe that it was true. In fact, he tore the paper from Mrs. Wilson’s hand, ripped it to shreds and threw it back in her face! Was the paper really that offensive?

The battle had been going on for years now, ever since the Wilsons had brought in that fantastic landscaper, Lawrence Blanchet. The idea was to create a subtle transition between the freshly cut lawn and the brick driveway, that could fit up to 3 cars. Everything would have gone to plan, had it not been for Mr. Gillian and his daily efforts to cause trouble.

The two houses were like chalk and cheese, although in this case, the two opposites did not attract. The Wilson’s house was neat and tidy, with luscious green grass and a carefully-selected range of plants that would provide yearly color around the garden. Unfortunately, to the left of the well-kept property was the Gillian’s residence - a real sight for sore eyes!

Mr. and Mrs. Gillian’s house was scruffy and in need of a lick of paint. It had an overgrown lawn and the only color that it possessed was from weeds or the brick driveway they had strangely decided to paint bright purple. It was this very driveway that had created the tensions between the two families and their ongoing, daily disputes.

It wasn’t the color that had caused a problem, but its size. You might think it is petty to fight over a meter of land, but having the extra space to be able to fit a third car meant everything to the Wilsons. That is why they had paid out the legal fees to get written proof of the land being theirs and taken it round to show their neighbors. They never expected the events that would follow.

The Gillian’s were not only fuming when the neighbors had “smugly waved a paper in their face”, but also the day that the Wilsons put up a 30cm high picket fence to divide the two driveways, one meter across and into “THEIR” driveway. It was “literally an abomination and would NOT be tolerated!” Mr. Gillian definitely wasn’t going to sit back and do nothing.

From that day on, the Gillian’s did everything in their power to make their neighbors’ lives just a little bit worse. Mr. Gillian thought about running over the fence in his car, after all, it was only a dingy wooden thing. It wouldn’t take much to get it to fall flat. However, not wanting the hassle of having to put it up again, he decided to take a different approach.

At family dinner time, whilst sitting round the table as they always did, the TV playing the news in the background, Mr. Gillian revealed his idea to his wife and the kids. “They can keep their stupid picket fence, but we aren’t gonna stop walking on our own drive. From now on kids, I want you to run over the fence whenever you come and go. Step on it, jump on it for all I care!

The next morning, Mrs. Wilson was doing her usual morning chores – washing up and looking out of the window proudly at her spectacular garden, bordered with a lovely turquoise picket fence that didn’t clash too excessively with the purple beneath it! Suddenly, something caught her eye.

‘AThose little sh*ts! Who do they think they are running all over our fence like that! This is all just a game to them.’ In her moment of rage, she went outside and picked up a spare piece of the picket fencing and began to bash and scratch away at the neighbor’s cars.

Mrs. Wilson genuinely believed that her moment of destruction would scare her neighbors into playing nicely and respecting that they had lost one meter of their drive and would never get it back, but the Gillian’s were stubborn and proud. Upon seeing the damage to their family vehicles, they knew what needed to be done.

The next morning Mrs. Wilson looked outside, and to her dismay, her lovely turquoise picket fence now lay flat and was covered in dirty shoe prints. The two boys from next door were running all over it and laughing with great joy. Mrs. Wilson thought about calling the police.

Instead of that, she had a better idea. She had been patient for far too long and what were the police actually going to do? ‘It’s time to show these idiots that they need to take us more seriously,’ Mrs. Wilson thought to herself, as she started to put together a revengeful plan.

She headed downstairs towards her husband’s “playroom”. Here, she would be able to find what she needed. She felt confident as she hopped off the last step into the basement. She saw straight away what she was looking for. It was almost like someone had done her the favor of placing it there, knowing that she would come for it.

A one-liter can of beeswax was what Mr. Wilson relied on to keep his work boots clean and shiny. Mrs. Wilson had other uses for the jar in mind. Once she had made sure that the neighbors had all left, and she was slightly shocked to see that even Mrs. Gillian had taken to stepping on the fence, she went outside to put her plan into action.

She re-erected the fence and covered it with beeswax, carefully calculating which would be the parts that the kids and their disrespectful parents would most likely step on. Soon, the pretty triangular spears, that the neighbors had discovered were not too sharp to be used as stepping stones, had become a slippery health hazard. Now, all she had to do was wait.

It was only a few hours until she heard the scream. Mrs. Wilson peered out of the kitchen window and could see one of the “Devil children” holding his bottom in pain, with a relatively big scratch on one ankle. Just as Mrs. Wilson had planned, the neighbors had refused to stop running and climbing along the fence. The boy deserved it!

What Mrs. Wilson hadn’t planned for, however, was the fact that, unlike her, the Gillian’s still had some faith in the Police Force. At exactly 7:32pm, 8 minutes after the young neighbor had slipped and landed butt-first onto a waxy triangle of wood, flashing blue lights appeared from the end of the street.

Mrs. Wilson tried to explain that she had only acted out of despair, after many months of pleading with her neighbors to stop running over the fence, but the damage was done. Mrs. Wilson was arrested for vandalism and assaulting a minor. Needless to say, the picket fence is now gone and the Gillian’s are over the moon to get their meter of purple driveway back!