Not my problem!

🤷‍♀️ we’ll see what mood I’m in when you get here!

I’ll pick out something new before you arrive

You glanced again at your yard, which seemed perfectly attended to, with no signs of a giant woman having sat or stepped on even an inch of your property.

You were glad it wasn't broken. You had no idea what she wanted with it, but the image of her toying with your car, pushing it around the streets while she sat in your yard flashed into your mind.

You felt your blood run cold. You felt a bit violated. This giantess - this total stranger - must have watched you head home, and while you were inside, she decided to help herself to your belongings and manhandled your car.

In fact, in the light of day, you could make out a few fingerprints smudged on the exterior of your car.

Some were clearer than others. The one on your driver's seat window was huge, somewhat bigger than the others. It must have been the giantess's thumbprint. She must have picked up your car.

Satisfied, you approached your car and unlocked it. You reached for your car door, and dropped your keys, which jingled dramatically as they hit the pavement below your feet.

There was a *huge*, smudged fingerprint on your driver's seat window.

It was probably paranoia, but who could blame you?

Later, when you prepared to leave for work, you poked your head out of your house and looked left, right, and all around.

No sign of her. Not even any massive footprints in your lawn.

You strained your ears, feeling disquieted. You didn't see her, but you felt like you were being watched.

Was your memory failing? Maybe. But you didn't think so. No, this had to be the handiwork of the giantess. It was a sign, however subtle, that she knew where you lived. But was it a threat? You didn't know, but you certainly didn't feel good.

You always backed in to your driveway. You liked backing in. You never pulled straight in unless you absolutely had to. Yet the car was in reverse - the front of your car faced your garage. You know you had pulled in after work last night, and that it faced the other way when you went for your run.

You tried to move slowly, wary of her spotting you through the window.

You saw nothing. No sign of her.

You sighed. That's when your vision drifted down, towards your driveway, where your car was parked.

and peeked through the window.

You didn't spot anything out of the ordinary. The sun had come up. It was already 7:30 am, and the day looked perfect. There wasn't a giant to be seen.

You glanced around, repositioning around the window to see if she was somewhere outside of your field of vision.

As you got out of the shower to dry off, you decided to peek out of your window. You didn't have a view of the park from where your house was - it was around the corner - but you could at least see if she was lurking around the streets nearby. You snuck into the spare room/home office down the hall