After deciding that my beloved vintage sedan was a “eyesore,” my affluent neighbor decided to take matters into his own hands and froze my car solid overnight. However, he received a hard lesson from karma that same evening.

NEIGHBOR: “I demand you sell that old junk car! It’s polluting the air my kids breathe!”

ME: “Oh really? Are you offering to buy me a new one?”

NEIGHBOR: “If you don’t get rid of it within a week, I’ll make sure you do!”

I laughed off his “threat,” BUT a week later, I went outside and found my car completely covered in ice! There hadn’t even been rain! And there he was, sitting on his porch, sipping coffee with a smug look, saying, “Careful — looks like it’s raining every night!”

I spent five hours  scraping all that ice off. He was so pleased with himself, but little did he know karma had its own plans for him that very night!

Around midnight, I woke up to a strange sound, like a huge blast of water. Thinking he was messing with my car again, I peeked outside.

But when I saw what was really going on, I burst out laughing!

A fire hydrant at the edge of Tom’s property had exploded, sending a powerful jet of water directly at his house. In the freezing night air, the water was turning to ice on contact, slowly encasing his perfect home and his precious German SUV in a thick crystal shell.

The streetlights caught each frozen droplet, turning his property into a bizarre winter wonderland.

By morning, half the neighborhood had gathered in order to gawk at the spectacle. While some were taking photos with their phones, others were whispering behind their hands.

Tom stood in his driveway, attacking the ice with a tiny garden shovel, looking absolutely miserable in his designer winter coat. His perfectly styled hair was finally out of place, plastered to his forehead with sweat despite the cold.

I watched him struggle for some minutes before sighing heavily. Dad would’ve known what to do.