He Froze My Car Because It “Ruined His View.” I Gave Him a Surprise He’ll Never Forget.

Then I saw it — frozen puddles leading from Vernon’s hose straight to my car.

Rowan whimpered, “Dad… hot…”

I screamed his name. A light came on. Curtains moved.

He was awake. Watching.

The ambulance came. Rowan was okay. I wasn’t.

After sunrise, Vernon posted in the neighborhood group:

“REMINDER: VEHICLES THAT DETRACT FROM NEIGHBORHOOD AESTHETICS SHOULD BE KEPT OUT OF SIGHT. TOOK STEPS LAST NIGHT TO PROTECT PROPERTY VALUES.”

When my wife came home, she read everything and smiled.

“Gideon,” she said, “we’re not going to yell. We’re not going to fight in his driveway.”

I asked, “Then what?”

She said, “We’re going to let him hang himself with his own ‘standards.'”

That was the first twist, and our revenge “GIFT” was loud.