MY NEIGHBOR KEPT HANGING OUT HER PANTIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SON’S WINDOW – SO I TAUGHT HER A REAL LESSON. Since my new neighbor Lisa moved in, life became a nightmare.

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 her thongs flapping in the

breeze like neon flags. My son, Jake, stared and innocently asked, “Are those slingshots?”

Trying to preserve some childhood innocence, I closed the curtains and made a joke about underwear preferring privacy. But

the parade continued. Every day, more lace. More string. More questions — including whether Lisa’s

“tiny undies” were for ahamster, or if she fought crime and needed them for aerodynamics. Finally, I had enough.

I marched to Lisa’s house to ask if she could move her laundry elsewhere. She scoffed, told me to “loosen up,”