his Is How I Won a Prank War My Neighbor and I Had Going for the past Year
It started off innocently enough. Selene parked her car in the wrong parking spot, fueling a prank war with Paul, the real owner of the parking spot. As the months went by, the pair continued their prank war, but Selen started to wonder about the future of these seemingly innocent practical jokes. She took matters into her own hands and asked Paul out for dinner, under the guise of someone else. Will it be the ultimate prank or something more?
It all began with a parking mishap. It was just one innocent mistake that spiraled into a year-long prank war with my neighbor, Paul.
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One evening, I accidentally parked in Paul’s parking spot in our apartment building’s lot. It was late, I was exhausted, and I just wanted to crawl into bed.
I didn’t think much of it until the next morning when I was on my way to the office. There, on my car, on an empty takeaway cup, a note was scrawled in messy handwriting.
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Thanks for ruining my day.
“Oh, crap,” I said to myself when I sat in the car. I needed to make amends.
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The following morning, I left a warm cup of coffee on Paul’s car roof with a note that read:
Sorry for the mix-up. I hope this makes up for it.
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If you’re wondering, Paul and I didn’t know each other. We just lived in the same apartment block and knew everyone’s names and door numbers.
A few days later, I found a bill from a car-washing service under my windshield wiper. It seemed that Paul didn’t notice the coffee that I left and spilled it all over his car when he drove off.
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I refused to pay the bill, and thus, the little war began.
“I think that you and this mysterious Paul are either going to fall in love or end up despising each other,” my friend Daphne said at work.
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“Probably the latter,” I said. “It was all fine until he gave me a bill.”
“Selene,” she said knowingly, “I’m telling you, this is just the beginning.”
The next day, I left my work phone number on his car.
Call me regarding the payment.
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Paul called me later that evening.
“Really? You thought that leaving coffee on the roof of a car was a good idea?” he asked, going straight into it.
“How was I supposed to know that you’d drive off without looking? Besides, it was a peace offering!”
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“More like a disaster,” he said. “It was all over my window. Pay the car wash bill, please.”
“I’m not paying for it,” I said, hanging up.
After that, the pranks escalated quickly.
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“I told you,” Daphne said when she came home with me one evening. “It’s going to get more intense. You need to listen to me. Trust me on this, you and this guy are going to get under each other’s skin.”
“I don’t know about that, Daph,” I said, dishing out the curry we had bought for dinner.
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“But you’re having fun?” she asked, tearing into a piece of bread.
“I am!” I said. “Mainly because it’s nothing serious.”
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One day, I found my car doors wrapped in plastic wrap.
The next week, I retaliated by covering Paul’s car in sticky notes, each one asking him to fix his parking.
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“If it rains tonight,” Paul said, immediately calling me after seeing the sticky notes, “you’ll have a mushy mess of paper to clean up.”
“I think you’ll figure it out for yourself,” I said, hiding behind my curtain.
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I had to admit, I was attracted to him. I didn’t know if Paul knew who I was, but it was easier for me to watch him from my apartment. I had gotten used to watching him wash his car.
It turned out that it was comforting. There was a sense of intimacy that we had built up.
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After months of back-and-forth pranks, ranging from balloons tied onto car handles and window wipers, to fake parking tickets, I decided that it was time to end the war.
“But you need a grand finale,” Daphne said as we sat in our office, trying to work through month-end reports.
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“Like what?” I asked, typing away at my keyboard.
“You’re into him, right?” she asked, sipping her coffee.
“I think so,” I said. “But I don’t know much about him.”
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“Then get to know him,” my friend pressed on. “There’s something there; if not, this would have ended a long time ago.”
“Fine,” I said. “But you write the note. He knows my handwriting now.”
We intended to write a note from a secret admirer.
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“She can just be someone from your apartment,” Daphne said. “And it’s not like you and Paul have even interacted in person, Selene. To be honest, I don’t know how you’ve managed to stay anonymous for so long.”
“It’s the thrill of it,” I said.
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Early the next morning, I left the note that Daphne had written on Paul’s car.
Hey, I saw you leaving your car and couldn’t help but notice how handsome you are. Let’s have dinner?
I added my personal number that he wouldn’t recognize at the bottom.
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To my surprise, Paul called me later that morning.
“Selene, you’ll never guess what happened!” he said excitedly. “Some woman left me a note on my car.”
“Really?” I asked, feigning surprise. “What did it say?”
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“She said that I was handsome and she wanted to have dinner. She left her number, too. So, I’m going to text her and go.”
Paul took the bait and texted me. We set up a date, and I, still pretending to be someone else, agreed to meet him at a local restaurant.
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I was already seated, suddenly nervous. We had been at this for so long; what if everything blew up in my face?
What if I was living in a romantic comedy and Paul actually couldn’t stand me?
Almost ready to leave, Paul walked into the restaurant.
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“Hey, you’re here! You look familiar,” he said. “But I suppose I have seen you around the building.”
He spoke quickly, as though he was just as nervous.
“I’m sure that’s exactly it,” I said, smiling.
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“Your voice reminds me of my neighbor, Selene. I’m sure you’ve seen us pranking each other recently,” he chuckled, his eyes glazing over as if lost in a memory.
“What’s that been like?” I asked.
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“Well, Daphne,” he said, as I had introduced myself over text, “it’s been hilarious. It’s been the best few months of my life.”
“It sounds like she’s grown on you,” I said, smiling.
“She’s feisty, all right,” he said, ordering himself a whiskey.
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The rest of the evening went by smoothly, but the more Paul spoke, the more I found myself genuinely enjoying his company. He was charming, funny, and surprisingly sweet.
By the time our meals arrived, I couldn’t keep the truth from him any longer.
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“Paul,” I said, picking up my cocktail, “there’s something I need to tell you.”
“What’s that?” he asked, looking me in the eye.
“I haven’t been very honest about this date,” I said slowly. “I’m Selene.”
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Paul’s jaw dropped.
“Wait, really?” he asked. “Why did you want to meet like this?”
“I don’t know,” I replied honestly. “Call it insecurity? Daphne is my best friend; I asked her to write the note, and I used her name. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have deceived you.”
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“No, no,” he said, a large smile forming on his face. “I’ve never had this much fun with anyone. I’m glad we got to meet. Finally.”
The rest of the evening went much smoother, knowing that we had something in common. It was something to bond over. And more than that, there was chemistry between us. It wasn’t just me.
“I’m glad we did this,” Paul said as we went our separate ways in the parking lot. “It needed to happen.”
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“And now, we’re here,” I said, taking his hand, suddenly feeling brave.
I don’t know where our relationship will go or what it will become, but I do know that I’ve taken the first step toward something.
What would you have done?
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At 80, Martha Stewart Breaks the Internet with Swimsuit Shot—Find Out Why She’s Still a Farm Queen
Martha Stewart, a well-known homemaker, is changing how we think about aging by confidently posing for swimsuit photoshoots in her eighties. At the same time, she happily embraces being a grandmother and enjoys the peaceful life on her farm.
When Martha posed for a swimsuit shoot, it caused quite a stir on social media, with many different opinions shared. But away from the spotlight of Hollywood, she finds joy in being with her grandchildren and appreciates the simple pleasures of farm life.
Martha made headlines in May 2023 when she appeared on the cover of Sports Illustrated at 81 years old, showing a new view of aging. The photoshoot highlighted elegance and confidence in later life.
In one photo, she relaxed on a fancy sofa surrounded by lush greenery and stylish decor, showing a sense of calm and glamour. Another image featured her in a chic silver swimsuit and large sunglasses, with a joyful look on her face. In another shot, she wore a bold red dress against a stone background, smiling confidently.
Martha’s Sports Illustrated cover sparked many reactions online, with some people criticizing her looks and the way the photos were presented. One person said, “Grow up…you look absurd,” while another commented on her legs, calling them “chicken legs.” Others joined in, saying things like, “OMG Give it up old woman. I can’t stand her.” Some comments questioned the editing of the photos, with one person saying, “The airbrushing makes her look 30 years old. If she’s so proud of being 81, then show your real face!”
Comments also critiqued her styling, with one user saying, “Pull that press-on wig, Martha!!! Hey, whatever floats her boat!” Others were short and direct, with one saying, “I cannot unsee this,” and another expressing, “Shame on her. Exploiting humans is the opposite of what a cook does.”
Even with the mixed feedback, Martha’s personal life shows she has a strong family bond. She often spends time with her grandchildren, Jude and Truman, who are her daughter Alexis’s kids. Martha enjoys hosting special events for them, including themed birthday parties and holiday meals at her farm.
The farm is a special place for Jude and Truman, where they enjoy picking vegetables and feeding animals. Martha once shared that the kids said a day working on the farm was “perhaps the best day so far.”
Martha’s 152-acre farm in Katonah, New York, known as “Bedford Farm” or “Cantitoe Corners,” has been her home since 2000. She has made it into a retreat with a horse farm, guesthouses, greenhouses, flower gardens, and a chef’s kitchen, blending rustic charm with modern luxury.
The farm’s layout is well-organized, featuring a central farmhouse, trimmed hedges, and stone pathways. This careful design reflects the attention she gave to her first famous home, Turkey Hill. She bought this Connecticut farmhouse in 1973 for $46,000 with her then-husband Andrew, which became the base of her brand.
Over time, she transformed the early 19th-century, three-bedroom house on four acres into a five-bedroom, 6,710-square-foot home. She sold Turkey Hill in 2007 for $6.7 million, making it a symbol of her early success.
Martha’s farm also includes a specially designed greenhouse where she can enjoy fresh produce year-round. Located behind her equipment barn, the mostly glass structure captures sunlight with programmable windows for ventilation and cooling, minimizing the need for artificial heating.
Inside, the greenhouse features 16 wooden garden boxes that promote healthy plant growth by improving drainage and preventing soil compaction. Each box is labeled with watering instructions for easy plant care. Martha grows various cold-hardy vegetables, like root crops and brassicas, which thrive in winter.
She also uses grow lights that mimic natural sunlight, ensuring plants get the light they need for growth. Built-in fans keep air moving, creating an ideal environment for year-round gardening.
Martha’s commitment to her farm and greenhouse shows her love for sustainable practices and fresh, homegrown ingredients. From her famous Turkey Hill home to her carefully tended greenhouse, she has created spaces that reflect her passion for nature and design, along with her belief in purposeful living.
Every part of her property, from the raised garden beds to the greenhouse, shows her hands-on approach and love for beauty and practicality. Through these efforts, Martha inspires others to connect thoughtfully with the land, bringing nourishment and joy throughout the year.
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