Entitled Neighbors Trashed Our Pool During a Wild Party – Here’s How We Got Even

Entitled Neighbors Threw a Loud Party and Used Our Pool as a Trash Bin – They Didn’t Get Away with It

Nobody anticipated the commotion that would ensue when new neighbors moved into our quiet suburban community. Their actions drove us to our boundaries, from boisterous celebrations to outright disdain, until one night when a twist of karma brought harmony back and imparted wisdom to all.

Hello My name is Mark, and I’m just an ordinary person who lives in a peaceful suburban area with a close-knit community. Here, my spouse Lisa, our two children, Emma and Jake, and our dog, Max, lead a tranquil life. That is, until the Smith family moved in next door and completely upended our way of life.

The Smiths appeared friendly when they initially arrived. Tall and perpetually happy was Mr. Smith. Mrs. Smith laughed heartily. Apart from their upbeat attitude, they also seemed quite hospitable. They introduced themselves and invited us over for a barbecue not long after.

“Hi there! “My name is Tom Smith,” he firmly shook my hand. “Karen is my spouse. This Saturday, we would adore having you over for a barbecue. Introduce yourself to everyone, including the neighbors.”

Lisa, my wife, grinned back. “That sounds fantastic. We are going to be there.

When Saturday finally arrived, we visited the Smiths. There was a lot of energy during the BBQ. Everything seemed perfect, the food was delicious, and everybody were laughing.

“Do you like burgers?” As he turned patties on the grill, Tom questioned me.

“Yes, please,” I answered. “Smells amazing.”

“Happy you managed to attend,” Karen continued, passing a drink to Lisa. “We want to get to know everyone.”

Trouble was indicated, though. Tom said a couple of strange things.

“We intend to install a large fence,” he stated, casting a quick glance at our garden. “We like our privacy.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but I said, “That sounds… interesting.”

As the evening wore on, I became aware that Tom and Karen were becoming too easygoing. They didn’t appear to give a damn if their loudness annoyed other people or not.

We arranged a calm evening one Saturday. We chose a family-friendly film, and Lisa made a delicious dinner. It was meant to be a restful evening.

Loud music came from next door just as we were getting comfortable. It was the Smiths’ celebration.

“It’s likely a one-time event,” I attempted to remain composed.

The music intensified, though. Emma and Jake, our children, were sleep deprived. Max, our dog, was agitated as well.

Lisa replied, “This is getting out of hand,” and shut the windows. “The kids need to sleep.”

“I’ll go talk to them,” I said with a sigh and stood up.

I made my way to the Smiths’ residence, navigating the crowds of people gathered in their yard. At last, I discovered Tom laughing with his pals in the garden.

“Hey, Tom!” I raised my voice above the tunes.

He looked around and smiled. “Hi, Mark! Join us, please!”

“To be honest, Tom,” I said, attempting to sound polite, “would you mind turning down the music a little bit? The kids are attempting to go to sleep.”

Tom’s smile dimmed a little. Hey, man, this is just a party. Come on. Go easy on yourself.”

I tried to be patient as I said, “I get that.” However, it is really loud. Please, just a little lower.”

Tom nodded while rolling his eyes. “All right, all right. I’ll reduce it somewhat.”

Content, I made my way back to our home. The music was a little more tolerable, but it was still loud. With the hopes that the night would eventually end, I went back to living with Lisa and the children.

However, the sound continued. With the music screaming even louder around midnight, I thought I would check the backyard. I saw it at that point.

“Lisa, please come here,” I startledly yelled. “Look at this.”

Our pool was clogged with debris. Food scraps and plastic cups, as well as empty beer bottles, drifted in the water. We had guests from the Smiths using our pool as a trash can.

Angrily, “I can’t believe this,” exclaimed Lisa. “We need to do something.”

I was unable to let it go. Our night was marred by the visitors of the Smiths, who had destroyed our pool. Full of rage, I stormed back over to their yard. Ignorant of the mess they had made, Tom continued to laugh with his buddies.

“Tom!” I shouted, attempting to get through the loud music and catch his attention. “We need to talk, now!”

He turned, appearing a little irritated. His expression was sly as he inquired, “What’s up, neighbor?”

“Your guests are using my pool as a trash can!” I yelled. This isn’t acceptable. You must accept accountability.”

With a contemptuous laugh that made my fury boil, Tom laughed. He waved a hand and said, “Man, relax.” “It’s only a celebration. In the morning, we’ll tidy it up. Come on, get a beverage.”

“No, Tom,” I firmly responded while attempting to contain my rage. “You need to get your guests out of my yard right now.”

Tom rolled his eyes and made several calls. He said, not at all serious, “Hey, guys, can you grab some of the trash from next door?” A few of his pals staggered over, laughing as they idly picked up a few bottles and tossed them into a bag.

They obviously didn’t give a damn. The bare minimum of effort was offensive. Furious, I watched as they carried on treating it like a joke.

“Observe? Everything is well,” Tom smiled at me. “Now, how about that drink?”

“No,” I said once more. “This is not finished. You must keep your visitors on your land.”

Tom turned back to his pals and shrugged. “Whatever you say, dude. It’s just enjoyable for us.”

Seething, I made my way back to our yard. With anxiety in her eyes, Lisa greeted me at the door. She inquired, “How did it go?”

“Not very well,” I answered. “They show no concern. They believe it is all a farce.”

“Absurd,” Lisa whispered. “What are we going to do?”

That’s when I realized we had recently installed motion-activated sprinklers to keep raccoons out of the yard. It wasn’t my intention to use them for this, but in times of need, drastic methods are necessary.

“I have an idea,” I murmured, a tiny smile appearing on my face.

I walked to the sprinkler control panel and turned them on. Jets of cold water burst out almost instantly, dousing the Smiths’ guests. The result was immediate. As the revelers hurried to get away from the sudden downpour, screams and yells could be heard everywhere. The atmosphere descended into chaos as drinks were spilled and people slipped on the damp grass.

Tom ran over, soaked through with rage. He yelled, “What the hell, man?!” with water streaming from his hair. “Why did you do that?”

I remained composed as I went outdoors. “I apologize, Tom,” I said. “The amount of movement in our yard must have triggered our sprinkler system. Perhaps the next time, you ought to keep your visitors on your property.”

Tom gave me a fierce look, but he was at a loss for words. He understood that his guests had been intruders. Hurrying back to his yard, he yelled for his pals to return home.

Early the following morning, I got up. I was curious to witness the fallout. I was shocked to see the Smiths and a couple of their friends tidying up the mess in our yard immediately.

“Good morning,” I said, attempting to sound impartial.

Tom looked up, a bit of a sheep. He said, “Hey.” We apologize for last night’s events. We didn’t intend to stir up so much controversy.”

Lisa came to the door with me. “Thank you for apologizing,” she stated. “Just please be more considerate in the future.”

“Yes, we definitely will,” Tom nodded. “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

We observed with a growing sense of satisfaction as they completed tidying up. The message seems to have finally been understood. The Smiths had been shown their proper place, and our pool was once again clear.

Tom took one last look back as they drove away. “I appreciate your understanding,” he said.

“Just give us some space,” I answered. “That’s all we ask.”

At least for the time being, peace was restored with that. After the Smiths realized their mistake, our neighborhood became a more peaceful and welcoming place. Without any interruptions, the kids resumed their outdoor play, and instead of loud music in the evenings, there was only the soft buzzing of crickets.

We saw a noticeable shift in the Smiths’ conduct over the next few weeks. They even started taking part in neighborhood events and were more polite and quiet. Karen joined the neighborhood book club, and Tom offered to assist with setting up the neighborhood yard sale. They seemed to have realized the importance of being good neighbors as a result of the pandemonium of that evening.

Lisa turned to me and grinned one afternoon when we were sitting on our porch watching Emma and Jake play with Max. “You know,” she continued, “it feels good to have our neighborhood back.”

I nodded, experiencing the same happiness. “Sometimes it takes a bit of a storm to clear the air,” I responded.

It was a reminder that it was worthwhile to stand up for ourselves when everything in our small world seemed right again. We were able to reestablish the harmony and respect we had once valued, demonstrating that even the most difficult circumstances can result in positive change when faced head-on with courage and will.

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