The guy two doors down from us is a tennis coach at a local high school. Twice a year, his team toilet papers his house.
Can you imagine? If I was Tennis Coach’s wife and had my house vandalized by teenagers once a year, I would probably not take it well.
Especially because Tennis Coach is not the one I see outside cleaning it up – it’s usually Mrs. Tennis Coach.
See the giant pine tree on the right?
That’s not Tennis Coach’s tree. It belongs to the neighbors between us – Mr. and Mrs. Public School Teacher.
Those neighbors are not fans of this ritual.
(Yes, this is how we refer to our neighbors. We also have UPS Guy, School Principal, and Vending Machine Guy. I wonder what they call us…?)