My Neighbor Charged Her Electric Car From My House Every Night Without Permission—So I Found a Way to Teach Her a Lesson She’d Never Forget

Then I blinked again.

“That can’t be right,” I said aloud, to nobody but the cat.

The number was nearly double. Not a few dollars off. Double.

I checked the account number. I checked the meter reading. I even walked out to the little box on the side of my garage and squinted at it, as if the digits might apologize and correct themselves.

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