
My neighbor kept hanging out her panties in front of my son’s window, so I taught her a real lesson
For weeks, my neighbor’s underwear waved proudly right outside my 8-year-old son’s bedroom window. They were bright, lacy, and plentiful — and quickly became the unintentional stars of our suburban skyline. It started on laundry day. I glanced out the window and nearly dropped a pair of Batman briefs — Lisa, our new neighbor, had…