My Neighbor Threw Rotten Tomatoes at My Front Door Because I Didn’t Put up Halloween Decorations ‘Soon Enough’

While my seven-year-old daughter fought for her life in the hospital with severe pneumonia, my neighbor decided to “decorate” my front door with rotten tomatoes. All because I hadn’t put up Halloween decorations early enough for her liking.

You know those days when life hits you so hard you can barely catch your breath? That’s been my reality lately. Between double shifts at the diner and spending every spare moment at the hospital with Lacey, I’ve been running on caffeine and sheer determination.

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A woman standing in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

It started with what I thought was just a cold. Lacey came home from school one Tuesday with a slight cough. It didn’t look like anything serious. But by Friday night, she was burning up with a fever.

“Mommy, I don’t feel good,” she said while trying to catch her breath.

That was the point where I realized something was extremely wrong with her.

I didn’t even wait for an ambulance. I wrapped her in a blanket and drove to the ER like my life depended on it because it did. My life is Lacey.

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An emergency sign outside a hospital | Source: Pexels

The doctors moved fast, thank God.

Words like “severe pneumonia,” “aggressive infection,” and “extended stay” flew around while they ran tests on her. After what seemed like an eternity, the ER doctor finally sat down with me.

“The infection’s in both lungs,” he explained gently. “She’s going to need intensive treatment. We’re looking at a minimum of three weeks in the hospital.”

“Three weeks?” I looked at him with wide eyes. “But… but I have to work. The insurance… it doesn’t cover everything.”

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A woman talking to the doctor | Source: Midjourney

He squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s focus on getting her better first. You can speak with our financial department about payment plans.”

I’ve been doing this solo parent thing for five years now, ever since Mark decided his twenty-something secretary was more appealing than his family responsibilities. The divorce knocked us down hard, but my daughter Lacey and I aren’t the type of people who’d give up. We’re fighters. We didn’t let Mark’s poor decisions affect us.

I worked as a waitress and picked up extra shifts after the divorce. Living on a single income taught me how to stretch every dollar and avoid unnecessary expenses.

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A person holding their empty wallet | Source: Pexels

Last year, we even managed to move into this supposedly “better” neighborhood. You know, the kind where people treat their HOA guidelines like they’re the Constitution.

“Alice, hon, you’ve got tables 4 and 6 waiting,” Maria called out during another hectic dinner shift.

She’s been my rock through all this, covering for me when hospital visits run long.

“On it!” I called back, tucking my phone deeper into my apron pocket after checking another message from Lacey’s doctors. These hospital bills were piling up faster than I could count, but what choice did I have?

My baby needed me, and I had to work harder for her.

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A woman working as a waitress | Source: Pexels

“You look dead on your feet,” Maria said while refilling coffee cups. “When’s the last time you got some real sleep?”

I just shook my head. “Sleep’s a luxury I can’t afford right now. Between the hospital visits and these double shifts…”

“At least you’ve got good neighbors to help out, right?” Maria asked.

I let out a bitter laugh thinking about Carla from two doors down. That woman could give surveillance cameras a run for their money.

Ever since we moved in, she’s appointed herself as the neighborhood’s personal CNN. Carla’s Nosy Network.

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An older woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

Just last month, she caused a whole drama with the Hendersons across the street. They’d painted their front door navy blue. It’s a perfectly normal color, right?

Well, Carla didn’t just notice it. She measured the paint swatch against the HOA handbook, took photos at different times of day, and then sent a 500-word email to everyone about how it was “Midnight Navy” instead of the approved “Classic Navy.”

The poor Hendersons had to repaint their door to avoid a fine.

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A house with a blue door | Source: Midjourney

“Remember that time she counted how many people came to Janet’s book club?” I told Maria. “She actually reported Janet to the HOA for ‘running a business from home’ because there were more than six cars parked on the street. It was a book club, for heaven’s sake!”

Carla’s the type who doesn’t just check her mailbox. She watches everyone else check theirs too. She keeps a literal notebook of when people bring their trash cans in and out.

I swear I’ve seen her peeking through her blinds so often.

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A person’s hand on window blinds | Source: Pexels

That’s why I wasn’t surprised when she started blowing up our HOA group chat about Halloween preparations in mid-September.

Every day brought a new message about “maintaining neighborhood standards” and “preserving property values through seasonal charm.”

But with Lacey in the hospital, festive decorations were the last thing on my mind.

That’s when my phone buzzed again. Another message from Carla, but this time sent directly to me. My heart raced when the notification popped up on my screen.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read her text.

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A woman reading a message on her phone | Source: Midjourney

Are you special or something? Why isn’t your house decorated for Halloween? It’s almost the end of October, and your house is the only one ruining the vibe. Do you want to spoil Halloween for the whole neighborhood? It’s embarrassing.

I had to read it twice to believe someone could be this insensitive.

I took a deep breath before typing out a response, trying my best to keep it professional despite my rising anger.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

Carla, I’m sorry I haven’t decorated. I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for two weeks now. She’s really sick, and all my money’s gone to medicine and bills. I’m not sure I’ll be able to put anything up this year.

Well, I didn’t get a response from Carla, so I thought she must’ve found something else to worry about. I had no idea how wrong I was.

After three long weeks, Lacey was finally well enough to come home.

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A woman driving | Source: Pexels

We pulled into our driveway at sunset as we discussed how good it’d feel to finally sleep in our beds.

That’s when the smell hit us. A putrid, sickening odor that made my stomach turn.

Our front door was completely covered in smashed, rotten tomatoes. The red pulp dripped down the wood and seeds stuck in every crevice. But the pièce de résistance? A note was taped right in the middle. It read:

Now at least it looks a bit like Halloween. No need to thank me.

A door with a note smeared in tomato pulp | Source: Midjourney

A door with a note smeared in tomato pulp | Source: Midjourney

“Mommy, why does our house smell bad?” Lacey asked.

I didn’t have an answer to my daughter’s innocent question. I was so angry that my feet were almost shaking.

I got Lacey settled inside despite the garage, made sure she was comfortable in bed, and then stormed over to Carla’s house. I could see her peeking through her blinds as I approached.

When she opened the door, that smug smile on her face made me want to scream.

“Oh, hey there. Enjoying the Halloween decorations?” she asked.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Are you kidding me, Carla?” I snapped. “I told you what I was dealing with. You know my daughter’s been in the hospital, and you still did this?”

She rolled her eyes like I was being dramatic. “Look, I just thought you were making excuses. Everyone decorates, and it’s unfair for you to spoil it for the rest of us. I thought a little tomato juice might remind you to get into the spirit. You didn’t put up the decorations soon enough. Not my fault.”

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An older woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney

Before I could respond, her husband Dan appeared behind her. He was horrified after hearing his wife’s confession.

“Carla, what the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “You did what?”

The next few minutes were pure chaos.

Dan pulled Carla inside, and I could hear him confront her. The muffled argument was punctuated by phrases like “completely unacceptable” and “lost your mind.”

When Dan returned to the door, his face was red with embarrassment.

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A close-up shot of an older man’s face | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I had no idea she’d do something like this. I’ll clean up your door and pay for any damages. Carla, you better apologize right now.”

Carla emerged and muttered what had to be the most insincere apology I’d ever heard.

But this isn’t where the story ends. Karma intervened a few hours later and taught her an unforgettable lesson.

That night, the strongest storm of the season hit our neighborhood.

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A stormy sky | Source: Pexels

The wind howled like a banshee, and the rain came down in sheets. When I looked out my window the next morning, I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

Carla’s elaborate Halloween display – the one she’d been bragging about for weeks – was absolutely decimated. Her precious inflatable decorations were scattered across three yards, her meticulously carved pumpkins had turned to mush in the rain, and her collection of “premium” skeletons lay broken and tangled in the bushes.

Mother Nature had delivered the perfect revenge.

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Broken Halloween decor | Source: Midjourney

Dan followed through on his promise, showing up early the next day with cleaning supplies and groceries.

“I can’t apologize enough,” he said while scrubbing the last bits of tomato off my door. “How’s your daughter doing?”

“She’s getting stronger every day,” I replied. “Thanks for asking. And thanks for, uh, everything else.”

Carla hasn’t spoken a word to me since then and I’ve been loving the silence. When I pass by her house these days and see her bare lawn, I can’t help but smile a little.

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Joyce DeWitt’s Candid Confession Confirms What We All Suspected

Decades may have passed since Three’s Company graced our screens, but its laughter still echoes in our hearts.

With unforgettable characters and side-splitting misunderstandings, this classic sitcom revolutionized the genre. Now, Joyce DeWitt reveals what really made the show a timeless treasure…

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From the hilarious antics of three single roommates to the unforgettable performances of John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, Three’s Company remains a beloved staple of American television. It’s hard to believe it’s been 40 years since the series finale aired on ABC, yet its charm and humor still resonate today.

To illustrate how long ago Three’s Company became a hit, I just watched the intro. Seeing the shots from Santa Monica Pier during the show’s prime reminds me of how much has changed since they filmed there.

Sadly, neither John Ritter nor Suzanne Somers are with us anymore; both were taken from us far too soon. But keeping the spirit of Three’s Company alive is Joyce DeWitt, 75, who shares her vibrant stories and cherished memories from the beloved show.

”The most dear, precious, tender – and utterly unexpected – experiences that have come from working in ‘Three’s Company’ are the many, many adults who have told me that ‘Three’s Company’ was a safe haven they could count on during their teen years – for some, the only safe haven,” Joyce DeWitt told US Weekly.

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Starring as Janet Wood alongside John Ritter and Suzanne Somers, DeWitt became a television icon and she was such a day brightener for millions.

She appeared in 171 episodes of the show between 1976 and 1984.

“It was such a gift. I mean, it was iconic. But who would have thought it?” Joyce DeWitt told The Spec. “All we were trying to do was make people laugh. When I think about it, the show was really an attempt to do a contemporary version of a 16th-century farce. It was about silliness running wild. I mean, we were talking about serious issues at times, but that was always somewhere underneath.”

“John Ritter used to say, ‘We don’t want people to just laugh but to fall over their couch laughing,’” she added. “The real issue was always the depth of friendship and the love those characters had for each other. That’s what drew people to them.”

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After Three’s Company ended, DeWitt stepped away from the spotlight for over a decade before making her comeback to acting.

Yet, no matter what she has accomplished or plans to do in the future, the vast majority will always connect her with that iconic show. And there’s a very simple reason for that, according to DeWitt.

“It was a ‘time out’ from the oppressive, challenging, difficult circumstances they were navigating in their young lives,” DeWitt says and adds:

“And, oh by the way, they say the characters also did stupid, crazy stuff that made them laugh. But it was the love, trust and support of the characters, one to the other, that made them lifelong fans.”

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When you look at unedited photos from the Three’s Company set, the camaraderie among the cast shines through, especially in the images of Joyce DeWitt and Suzanne Somers, who played the beloved Chrissy Snow.

Both actresses delivered iconic performances, portraying young women navigating a male-dominated industry. They contributed just as much to the show’s success as John Ritter, and in those early days, their smiles in photos tell a story of friendship and collaboration.

Yet, beneath the laughter, tensions simmered. While Somers was celebrated for her role as “the dumbest blonde in America,” her fight for equal pay created rifts that would grow over time. As she demanded a 500% salary increase — from $30,000 to $150,000 — her relationship with DeWitt became strained. The set, once filled with joy, was now fraught with conflict.

Somers had always viewed the show as a business among serious actors, and she realized that her approach annoyed her co-stars.

Somers was ultimately fired but had to finish the fifth season under strange circumstances. Isolated from her castmates, she filmed her scenes through bizarre phone calls, escorted by security. The tension escalated, leading to a heartbreaking split between Somers and DeWitt.

For over 30 years, they didn’t speak, a silence that seemed hard to reconcile when you viewed their early years together.

”They painted me as she’s trying to ruin the show,” Somers said in 2020. “So, I never talked to anybody on that show ever again. Ever again.”

Some speculated that DeWitt’s rivalry contributed to Somers’ exit, but it was ultimately the salary negotiations that drove a wedge between them.

Their differing circumstances — Somers as a single mother needing financial security versus DeWitt’s focus on her craft — further complicated their relationship.

“We had very different approaches to our careers,” DeWitt said of the relationship between her and Somers following the show. “We had very different needs. I did not have a child that I was supporting on my own. I didn’t have a business head, so I didn’t understand someone who did.”

However, in a beautiful twist, the two finally reunited in February 2012 on Somers’ talk show, Breaking Through. It was clear that they had buried the hatchet.

The former co-stars shared a heartfelt hug, and their open conversation about the past offered a glimpse of healing.

DeWitt expressed her deep respect for Somers’s accomplishments, saying, “You went up against ruthlessness, and it came down, but what you’ve gone on to do is immeasurable.” This moment highlighted the strength of their journey and the power of reconciliation. The two actresses remained friends until Somers’s tragic passing in 2023.

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In the interview with US Weekly, DeWitt spoke fondly of her late co-stars, paying tribute to their lasting impact. Reflecting on Somers, who passed away from breast cancer, DeWitt described her as ”absolutely wonderful.”

She also honored Ritter, who died in 2003 during heart surgery, calling him ”a true gift.”

As we revisit the photos from Three’s Company, we are transported back to a different, happier time—one brimming with laughter, friendship, and unforgettable moments. These images from the set not only celebrate the joy the cast brought to our screens but also highlight the enduring legacy they have left behind.

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RIP John Ritter and Suzanne Somers – gone but never forgotten!

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