“Don’t stay out too late. And remember, homework first when you get back,” I called after him as he stormed out the door, not waiting for my reply.
It was just another day in the life I’d been patching together since Silas left. Balancing the responsibilities of raising two kids alone while trying to keep a roof over our heads wasn’t easy.
My work at the call center helped, but it wasn’t exactly my dream job. It was a job, though, and in times like these, that’s all that mattered.
That’s when Emery, the new neighbor in her early 30s, knocked on my door. I opened it to see her, eyes red-rimmed, looking like she hadn’t slept in days.
“Hey, Prudence, can I ask you for a huge favor?” she said, her voice cracking slightly.
I nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “Sure, Emery. What’s going on?”
She sighed, sinking into the couch like she was about to collapse. “I had this crazy party last night, and then I got called out of town for work. The place is a disaster, and I don’t have time to clean it up. Could you, um, help me out? I’ll pay you, of course.”
I hesitated, glancing at the clock. My shift was due to start in a couple of hours, but the idea of earning some extra cash was tempting. Lord knows we could use it.
“How much are we talking about?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
“Two hundred and fifty dollars,” she said quickly. “I just really need the help, Prudence. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t an emergency.”
“Alright,” I agreed after a moment. “I’ll do it.”
“Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver!” Emery hugged me quickly before rushing out, leaving me to wonder what I’d just signed up for.
Emery’s house was a wreck, and that’s putting it mildly. It looked like a tornado had blown through it, with empty bottles, plates with half-eaten food, and trash strewn everywhere.
I stood in the middle of her living room, hands on my hips, trying to figure out where to even begin.
Two days. It took me two solid days of scrubbing, sweeping, and hauling garbage out of that house. By the time I was done, my back ached, and my hands were raw. But I kept reminding myself of that $250 Emery promised. That money would go a long way for us.
When Emery finally got back, I marched over to her place, ready to collect.
“Emery, it’s done. Your house is spotless,” I said, trying to keep the exhaustion out of my voice. “So, about the payment…”
She blinked at me like I was speaking another language. “Payment? What payment?”
I frowned, my heart sinking a little. “The $250 you promised for cleaning up your house. Remember?”
Emery’s expression shifted into one of confusion, then annoyance. “Prudence, I never agreed to pay you anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
For a moment, I just stood there, dumbfounded. “You… what? You said you’d pay me! We had an agreement.”
“No, we didn’t,” she snapped. “Look, I’m late for work, and I really don’t have time for this.” She pushed past me, heading towards her car.
“Emery, this isn’t right!” I called after her, but she was already backing out of her driveway, not giving me a second glance.
As I watched Emery’s car disappear down the street, I stood there, fuming. How could she just walk away like that?
Two days of back-breaking work, and she had the nerve to pretend like we never made a deal. I could feel my anger bubbling up, but I knew better than to act on impulse.
I went back to my house, slammed the door behind me, and paced the living room, trying to think. Connie was playing with her dolls on the floor, and Damien was still out with his friends. I didn’t want to drag my kids into this mess, but I also wasn’t about to let Emery get away with it.
“Alright, Prudence, you’ve got to be smart about this,” I muttered to myself. I looked out the window at Emery’s house and an idea started to form in my mind. It was risky, but I was beyond caring at that point. If she wanted to play dirty, I could get down in the mud too.
Twenty minutes later, I was at the local garbage dump, pulling on a pair of old gloves I kept in the car. I wasn’t proud of what I was about to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
I loaded up my trunk with as many garbage bags as I could fit, the stench nearly making me gag. But I gritted my teeth and kept going.
On the drive back, I kept replaying our conversation in my head, her dismissive tone, her refusal to acknowledge what she’d promised. The more I thought about it, the more justified I felt.
She didn’t even have the decency to respect the hard work I’d put into cleaning her filthy house. Well, she was about to see just how dirty things could get.
When I pulled up in front of Emery’s house, the street was quiet. No one was around to see me pop the trunk and start hauling the garbage bags to her front door. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through me as I worked quickly.
It was then I realized something: Emery had forgotten to take her house key back from me. She was in such a hurry when she left, she didn’t even think about it.
I hesitated for a moment. But then I thought of the look on her face when she told me there was no agreement, the way she dismissed me like I was nothing. I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.
I unlocked the door and stepped inside. The house was still spotless, just as I’d left it, but that was about to change. One by one, I tore open the garbage bags, dumping the contents all over her floors, her counters, and even her bed. Rotten food, old newspapers, dirty diapers: everything mixed in a disgusting heap.
“This is what you get, Emery,” I muttered under my breath as I emptied the last bag. “You wanted to play games, well, game on.”
I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, and slipped the key under her welcome mat. As I walked back to my car, I felt a strange surge of satisfaction and guilt. But I shook it off. Emery had brought this on herself.
That evening, just as I was putting Connie to bed, I heard furious banging on my front door. I knew who it was before I even opened it.
“Prudence! What the hell did you do to my house?!” Emery screamed, her face red with anger.
I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe, playing it cool. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Emery. How could I have gotten into your house? We never had any agreement, remember? So, I never had the keys to your house.”
She stared at me, speechless for a moment, before her face twisted in rage. “You—you’re lying! I’m calling the police! You’re going to pay for this!”
I shrugged, not breaking eye contact. “Go ahead and call them. But how are you going to explain how I got in? You can’t because according to you, I never had the key.”
Emery opened her mouth to argue, but no words came out. She looked like she was about to explode, but all she could do was turn on her heel and storm off, muttering something under her breath.
I watched her go, my heart still pounding, but this time it wasn’t just from anger. There was a sense of justice, of balance restored.
I didn’t know if she’d call the police, but I wasn’t worried. Emery had learned a valuable lesson that day: don’t mess with Prudence.
As I closed the door, I let out a long breath, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I’d crossed a line, but in that moment, it felt like the only way to make things right.
Sometimes, you have to stand up for yourself, even if it means getting your hands dirty. And as for Emery? Well, I had a feeling she wouldn’t be asking me for any more favors anytime soon.
Do you think I handled things well? What would you have done differently in my place?
Do You Recognize this Vintage Kitchen Tool?
The public now has access to some highly helpful kitchen gear and gadgets thanks to the advancements in culinary arts. Antique kitchenware, on the other hand, has a charming and comforting charm. Some—like the vintage meatball maker—may have undergone so many design modifications that they are no longer even identifiable.
Though they’re usually associated with Italian cuisine, meatballs are believed to have originated in Rome. There have long been variations in ancient China, Turkey, and Persia, in addition to the more popular Sweden.
While some had different components, others had varying ratios of beef to rice or meat to lentils. Meatballs can be served as a stand-alone dish or combined with salads, sandwiches, pasta dishes, and soups.
A very easy and adaptable main dish are meatballs. It is very simple to see why they are so widely used in cuisine all around the world. It is difficult to size and shape them by hand with accuracy and consistency every time. As a result, the meatball maker is a useful and well-liked kitchen tool.
First off, as was already mentioned, a meatball maker is a great instrument for consistency. ensures even cooking and improves the appearance of the food as a whole. Second, youngsters will like using the meatball maker—particularly the traditional model. And lastly, families have an extra incentive to spend more time together since they may be surprisingly flexible.
While shaping meatballs was the main purpose of the meatball maker, it may also be used to make perfect falafel or hush puppies. Meanwhile, things like creating the perfect cake pop or cookie dough scoop are made possible by today’s more modern designs.
Thrift stores and antique stores often carry vintage or antique meatball makers. Alternatively, a range of modern meatball makers can be purchased online or at kitchen supply stores. Some things, despite having very different shapes and purposes, are remarkably similar to those ageless and charming vintage pieces.
Designs of Contemporary Meatball Makers
For example, the meatball master is a meatball shaper that can hold thirty-two perfectly made and similarly sized meatballs at once. This plastic tray can hold the meatballs until you’re ready to cook them. But as someone wisely noted, “the amount of time it takes makes it easier to do by hand,” so they use it to make playdough for their children.
A popular kitchen tool among those with large families or who entertain often is the meatball maker.Analogously, the “Mind Reader Magic Meatball Maker” produces sixteen flawlessly shaped meatballs, which are then preserved in a plastic container until the ideal moment arrives to prepare the most delicious bite-sized meatballs, cake pops, or dumplings.
Like Old-World Designs
Another popular meatball maker is the standard “Meat Baller.” Some finger slots are designed to seem like old-fashioned scissors. In fact, almost all of the features are the same as in the previous version. The modern variant, on the other hand, creates a perfectly displayed ball of food and features polished stainless steel that is “non-stick” and has padded grips that are non-slip.
Another option with a somewhat different shape is the Spring Chef Cookie Scoop, which looks cute and can be used for making meatballs even though it’s not meant to be one. It has a silicone-padded handle and can be pushed together to mimic a pair of locked pliers.
The LEEFONE Meatball scoop, on the other hand, is more like the old-fashioned form because it does not have padded handles. However, it is made of polished noonstick made of stainless steel.
Meatball makers are a practical and versatile kitchen appliance that’s used to make the perfect meatballs, which are a mainstay of many traditional dishes. The meatballs are surprisingly adaptable, which makes them a perfect side dish or bite-sized appetizer for a variety of occasions, including dinner parties and soups and pasta meals. The meatball maker will surely provide a better experience for both the cook and the diner.
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