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Some neighbors escalate small situations into something much bigger than they ever needed to be.

One dad found that out firsthand while volunteering to drive two Boy Scouts around for their fall mulch fundraiser, simply parking on a public street to wait for them at the end of a route.

A furious homeowner stormed out, banging on his window and demanding he leave immediately, threatening to call the police over legally parked car sitting on a public road.

Rather than argue, the dad complied, but little did anyone know, the same homeowner’s wife had already placed a mulch order through a separate group of scouts.

When delivery day finally came around, that driveway ended up buried under a pile of burst-open mulch bags while every other house got theirs neatly stacked.

Keep reading for the full story.

The Revenge Of The Mulch

Last month I drove two Boy Scouts around the neighborhood so they could go door to door to try and sell mulch for their fall fundraiser. I dropped them off in a cul-de-sac off of the main road, and agreed to meet them at the other end of the road, where it met the main road.

I parked my car there at the corner and was doing something on my phone when there was a loud “Bam! Bam! Bam!” on my window.

An angry face was on the other side.

A guy standing there shouted, “Can I help you???”, then motioned me to roll my window down. I lowered it about an inch and told him I was just waiting for someone.

He told me I couldn’t park there because it was his house I was in front of.

The man pushes back against the man’s aggression, which only set him off more.

I told him that the road is public property, and that I was just driving Boy Scouts around for their mulch drive. “Do you have a permit to solicit door to door in this neighborhood?”

This had come up before, and I replied that a permit is not needed for a non-profit organization.

Then came the threats.

He told me that if I didn’t go get the scouts right now, he would call 911 and could have a cruiser there in about two minutes. Rather than argue, I turned around and picked them up.

The man decided he wasn’t going to take this lying down.

I reported this back to the Scoutmaster to avoid a similar encounter at that address. However, because that house was on a corner, other scouts had already been to his house when they walked the cross street the day before, and his wife had ordered mulch. Lots of it.

Then came the revenge.

The petty revenge part: For the delivery a couple weekends later, some of the fathers loaded up their pickup trucks with bags of mulch from the co-op. They stacked the bags of mulch neatly in the driveways in front of the garages.

Now for the finale.

However, at this particular house, the 40-pound bags were tossed out of the truck at the other end of the driveway, next to the street.

Unfortunately, many of them burst open. There were no cars parked in the driveway, so the mulch would have to be moved before cars could be driven into the driveway.

The Scoutmaster was called, listened to the ranting, and apologized profusely, offering a discount for the spring mulch drive.

What a story.

What did Reddit have to say?

Some people have too much audacity.

Why not get the police involved sooner?

Calling the other person’s bluff is always a solid move.

If you enjoyed this story, check out this post about a resident who is not amused by new parking rules, so locks a lot gate to teach management a lesson.

Sometimes the best way to deal with passive aggressiveness is just to play along.

Threatening a 911 call over legal street parking is objectively unhinged, so watching that same guy end up buried in burst mulch bags feels extremely satisfying.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe the dads had really good memories, either way, the result speaks for itself.

Sometimes the universe has a funny way of settling the score.