Neighbor Asked My Son to Shovel Snow for $10 a Day but Refused to Pay — So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

This is on him, not you.” I pulled back, brushing his hair from his face. “You don’t worry about this, okay? I’ll take care of it.”

I stood, grabbed my coat, and stormed across the lawn.

The sight of Dickinson’s house, glowing with holiday cheer, only stoked my fury. Laughter and music spilled into the cold night as I rang the doorbell.

He appeared moments later, wine glass in hand, his tailored suit making him look like a villain straight out of a bad movie.

“Mrs. Carter,” he said, his voice oozing false charm.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I think you know why I’m here,” I said evenly. “Ben earned that money. You owe him $80.

Pay him.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No contract, no payment. That’s how the real world works.”

I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm.

I opened my mouth to argue about fairness and the cruelty of his supposed lesson, but the look in his eyes told me none of that would persuade him to do the right thing.

No… there was only one way to deal with the Mr. Dickinsons of the world.

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Dickinson.

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