{"id":72,"date":"2024-12-20T15:44:00","date_gmt":"2024-12-20T15:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/megastorytales.com\/?p=72"},"modified":"2024-12-20T15:44:00","modified_gmt":"2024-12-20T15:44:00","slug":"neighbor-asked-my-son-to-wash-his-car-for-a-month-then-refused-to-pay-i-taught-him-a-lesson-of-my-own","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/megastorytales.com\/archives\/72","title":{"rendered":"Neighbor Asked My Son to Wash His Car for a Month, Then Refused to Pay \u2013 I Taught Him a Lesson of My Own"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When Irene\u2019s son, Ben, walks into their home looking frustrated, she demands to know why. As the boy begins talking, she realizes that their smug neighbor has refused to pay Ben for the month of car washes he has been doing for the man. Will this mom take matters into her own hands?\n

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I could tell something was wrong when Ben walked through the door that Friday evening. He was dragging his feet, and the usual brightness in his eyes was nowhere to be found.\n\n

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His hands were still wet, probably from wringing out the towels after washing another car, and he avoided eye contact as he dropped onto the couch.\n

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A frustated little boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cHey, bud, what\u2019s going on?\u201d I called from the kitchen.\n\n

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I had planned on making him his favorite grilled chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner. I was going to have his plate ready the moment he walked in.\n\n

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But looking at him now, I was worried. Ben was only 14 but recently got a taste of making money and wanted to be independent.\n\n

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Plates of food | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cCome on,\u201d I said, wiping my hands. \u201cYou can tell me anything!\u201d\n\n

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For a second, he didn\u2019t answer but stared at the ground. My heart sank when I saw the frustration etched on his face.\n\n

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It was like he was trying to find the words but didn\u2019t know how to get them out.\n\n

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A close up of a little boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cHe\u2026 he didn\u2019t pay me,\u201d Ben finally muttered.\n\n

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\u201cWhat do you mean? Didn\u2019t Mr. Peterson agree to pay you $50 each time you washed his car?\u201d I asked, feeling my own brow furrow.\n\n

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Ben let out a sigh that sounded far too heavy for a 14-year-old.\n\n

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\u201cYeah, but today, after I finished washing the car for the fourth time this month, he said it wasn\u2019t \u2018spotless\u2019 and that I wouldn\u2019t get paid. At all! He said I should have done a better job if I wanted my money.\u201d\n\n

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An upset boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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I felt my fists tighten. Mr. Peterson, that smug neighbor of ours who always had something slick to say. He strutted around in his suits, making sure everyone noticed the shine on his precious black Jeep.\n\n

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\u201cIt\u2019s a beautiful car, isn\u2019t it?\u201d he would ask, leaning out of his car. \u201cStunning!\u201d\n\n

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A few months ago, he became interested in Ben, especially after seeing Ben wash my car.\n\n

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\u201cWhoa! You\u2019ve done a great job on your mom\u2019s car, Ben! What do you say about washing my car every Friday? I\u2019ll pay you, of course!\u201d\n\n

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A Jeep parked in a driveway | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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Initially, I thought that it was a compliment, but now I could see it for what it really was:\n\n

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A way to exploit cheap labor.\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ve been washing that car every week this month, haven\u2019t you?\u201d I asked, though I already knew the answer.\n\n

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Ben nodded, sinking deeper into the couch.\n\n

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\u201cYeah, I\u2019ve spent about three hours for the past four weeks, just making sure that it was clean. I even used the hand-vacuum under the seats and everything. But he said that I didn\u2019t deserve to be paid.\u201d\n\n

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A flush of anger bloomed across my chest.\n\n

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I knew Ben had done a great job. Whenever he did our car, I was always so impressed by him. And anyway, Mr. Peterson\u2019s car gleamed like a showroom model when my son was done with it.\n\n

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A frustrated boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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This wasn\u2019t about the car being clean. No, sir. It was about Mr. Peterson being a jerk.\n\n

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And now?\n\n

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Now, Ben was left feeling like his hard work wasn\u2019t worth anything.\n\n

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\u201cHow much does he owe you?\u201d I asked.\n\n

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Ben thought for a moment.\n\n

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A man in a suit | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cFour washes, Mom. So, $200.\u201d\n\n

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I pulled out my wallet and counted $200 in crisp bills. I handed it to him, watching his eyes widen in surprise.\n\n

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\u201cHere, you earned this, sweetheart.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMom, you don\u2019t have to. It was Mr. Peterson\u2019s job to pay me!\u201d he exclaimed.\n\n

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I shook my head, cutting him off.\n\n

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A woman taking money out of her wallet | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m not done with Mr. Peterson, honey. He doesn\u2019t get to treat you like this and walk away.\u201d\n\n

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Ben looked uncertain, his eyes flicking from the money in his hand to me.\n\n

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\u201cBut, Mom!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cNo \u2018buts,\u2019 Ben,\u201d I said, putting my wallet away. \u201cTrust me, I\u2019m going to teach Mr. Peterson a lesson about what happens when you take advantage of someone\u2019s hard work. Now, come on, let\u2019s eat. I\u2019m starving!\u201d\n\n

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Ben smiled and sat down at the table.\n\n

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A smiling boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cThanks, Mom,\u201d he said, smiling.\n\n

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The next morning, I woke up with a plan. Mr. Peterson had no idea what was coming. I glanced out the window and, sure enough, there he was, standing in his silk pajamas, meticulously polishing his Jeep like a man obsessed.\n\n

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I smiled and headed outside, casually walking toward him in my yoga clothes.\n\n

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\u201cGood morning, Mr. Peterson!\u201d I called out cheerfully.\n\n

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A man standing next to a Jeep in pajamas | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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He looked up from his car, his usual smug expression already in place.\n\n

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\u201cMorning, Irene,\u201d he said. \u201cWhat can I do for you? But make it quick, I have brunch with the family soon.\u201d\n\n

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I could have rolled my eyes.\n\n

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\u201cOh, nothing much. I just wanted to check in about Ben\u2019s payment for washing your car,\u201d I said. \u201cHe mentioned you weren\u2019t satisfied with his work yesterday.\u201d\n\n

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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Mr. Peterson straightened his back and crossed his arms.\n\n

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\u201cYes, that\u2019s right, Irene. The car wasn\u2019t spotless, so I didn\u2019t see the need to pay him. It\u2019s a learning experience, you know? Anyway, he\u2019s a young lad. The world has to humble him.\u201d\n\n

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The anger from the night before flared up again, but I kept my face neutral, even smiling a little.\n\n

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\u201cA learning experience, huh?\u201d I said. \u201cInteresting. Ben did tell me that you were a man of your word\u2026 and he mentioned that you agreed to pay him $50 per wash, regardless of how spotless it was. And wouldn\u2019t you know it! I\u2019ve got the pictures he took of the car after every wash.\u201d\n\n

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A man standing next to a Jeep | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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The smugness in his expression cracked a little.\n\n

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\u201cPictures?\u201d Mr. Peterson asked.\n\n

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\u201cYes, pictures. He enjoyed sending them to his grandfather after every wash. He is very proud of his work.\u201d\n\n

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Mr. Peterson grunted.\n\n

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\u201cAnd anyway, it seems to me like a verbal agreement was made. And breaking that? Well, that\u2019s a breach of contract, isn\u2019t it? Should I speak to my lawyer about this?\u201d\n\n

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The color drained from his face.\n\n

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\u201cThere\u2019s no need for all that!\u201d he exclaimed.\n\n

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I held up a hand.\n\n

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\u201cOh, I think there is. See, Ben worked hard, and you\u2019re trying to cheat him out of what he earned. So, here\u2019s the deal. You pay my son the $200 today, or I\u2019ll make sure everyone in this neighborhood knows how you treat kids who work for you.\u201d\n\n

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He just stared at me.\n\n

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\u201cAnd if that doesn\u2019t convince you, I\u2019m more than happy to take legal action,\u201d I continued.\n\n

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I could see the panic settle into his features now. The neighbor with the perfect lawn and the perfect Jeep was suddenly sweating bullets into his silk pajamas.\n\n

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He opened the car door and fumbled for his wallet, quickly counting out the cash.\n\n

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A man\u2019s wallet | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cHere\u2019s your money,\u201d he muttered, handing over $200 in crumpled bills.\n\n

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\u201cGreat. It\u2019s been good doing business with you,\u201d I said with a smile. \u201cBut please, understand that my son will not touch a car of yours again.\u201d\n\n

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He nodded grimly.\n\n

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Inside, Ben looked up from the couch when I walked in. He had a bowl of cereal in his hands, and his eyes widened when I handed him the cash.\n\n

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A boy holding a bowl of cereal | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cYou actually did it!\u201d he exclaimed.\n\n

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I grinned, feeling a fierce sense of pride.\n\n

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\u201cNo one messes with my son,\u201d I said. \u201cEspecially when they think they can get away with not paying what\u2019s owed. Next time, if someone tries to pull a stunt like that, you\u2019ll know exactly how to handle it.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDoes this mean that I have to give you the $200 back?\u201d he grinned.\n\n

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A smiling boy | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cNo,\u201d I laughed. \u201cBut I think you can take me out on a mother-son date for lunch today?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cDeal, Mom,\u201d he said.\n\n

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Later, when we were sitting in a cute bistro, Ben leaned across his chair, squinting at the sign from the ice cream parlor across the road.\n\n

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\u201cHelp wanted,\u201d he read. \u201cWhat do you think, Mom? A weekend job at an ice cream parlor?\u201d\n\n

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A mom and son duo at a bistro | Source: Midjourney\n\n\n

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\u201cGo for it,\u201d I laughed, getting into my burger. \u201cBut if the boss is mean, you know who to call.\u201d\n\n

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My son smiled at me and nodded slowly before picking up a fry.\n\n

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