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<\/p>\nI used to think I was someone who could just go with the flow\u2014avoid drama and keep things pleasant. But that all changed the morning Karen knocked on my door.<\/p>\n
\u201cLena, hey! Sorry to bother you so early,\u201d Karen said with her overly sweet smile. I was still in my pajamas, sipping coffee while my daughter, Sophie, got ready for school.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo bother at all, Karen,\u201d I replied, opening the door wider. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d<\/p>\n
A text from Karen buzzed in: *Can you take Emily today?* I was already frazzled and the thought of adding another kid to the mix was overwhelming. So, I texted back: *Actually, I\u2019m running late today. Can you take Sophie?*<\/p>\n
Karen\u2019s reply came almost immediately: *Sorry, the car\u2019s too full today.* I blinked at the screen. Karen drove a massive SUV, and all she transported was Emily. Her excuse didn\u2019t add up. It was clear she\u2019d been taking advantage of me.<\/p>\n
I wanted to confront her but decided to stay calm. Instead, I got Sophie ready, took her to school, and spent the day fuming.<\/p>\n
The next morning, I received another text from Karen: *Can you take Emily again today?* I could practically see her smug smile. Determined to teach her a lesson, I agreed with a plan in mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Sophie, how about a stop at Rosie\u2019s Donuts on the way to school?\u201d I called up the stairs. Sophie\u2019s excitement was palpable as she came bounding down.<\/p>\n
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\u201cReally? On a school day?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYep. Special Friday treat,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
When we picked up Emily, Karen greeted us with a bright smile. \u201cThanks again for doing this. You\u2019re such a lifesaver.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo problem,\u201d I replied with a forced cheerfulness.<\/p>\n
As I drove, I took a detour to Rosie\u2019s Donuts. Emily noticed immediately. \u201cMiss Richards, aren\u2019t we supposed to go that way?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re stopping for donuts,\u201d I said with a wink.<\/p>\n
By the time we left Rosie\u2019s, we were running late. The school parking lot was nearly empty when we arrived, and I felt a twinge of guilt, though it was overshadowed by the satisfaction of knowing Karen was probably fuming.<\/p>\n
When I returned home, Karen was waiting on her porch, visibly angry. \u201cLena, what happened? Emily was late for school! I thought you were dropping them off on time!\u201d<\/p>\n
I maintained my innocence. \u201cOh, Karen, I\u2019m so sorry! But you know how it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes flashed with anger. \u201cI see. Well, try not to let it happen again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr maybe you could take Emily yourself?\u201d I suggested. Karen didn\u2019t respond. She turned and slammed the door behind her.<\/p>\n
I felt a wave of triumph. Karen never asked me to take Emily to school again. She started handling the drive herself and avoided me whenever possible. She\u2019d learned her lesson, and I\u2019d learned mine too. Being a good neighbor doesn\u2019t mean being a doormat. Sometimes, standing up for yourself requires taking the scenic route.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"