You should definitely tell them.
Advice. I normally do pretty well on taking care of my stuff. It's when it impacts other people I'm not too great at.
My niece that I have almost nothing to do with lives with a guy. They have lived together for almost 8 years now and have kids. I know this makes them common law or whatever. Well they bought a house (and his name wound up the only one on the paperwork). They signed the paperwork and he got laid off the next day. They have a FHA loan (I think) and it requires them to hold onto it 6 months.
Well I got all this second hand from my mom which was concerned for her grand daughter. Anyway I know the place her "husband" works and it's pretty small and he had just started not long ago. It's standard there and in the industry to put people on probation to start for a certain amount of time.
I made some calls and he was told ahead of time this was a job that was a placeholder and may/may not lead to anything and was given the talk ahead of time. Specifically he was told it was kind of an "in training" type of job even tho he has a MS.
Should I open my mouth or let them sort it out? The wrinkle is in the meantime my niece has a good business going doing dog training (she's also a vet tech) and has people coming from 4-5 hours away just to have her train the dogs and he's not keen on her now making more money than her.
The only reason I have any interest at all is it's bugging my mom and she has enough on her plate now with breast cancer, me being sick etc..
You should definitely tell them.
Give my niece a heads up that he knew he had a chance of it being a short term job. Apparently they are having other issues as well. Maybe let her know that something is fucky. I dunno. I don't hate my niece, we just don't share a lot in common.
So yea, I mean if you don't care light the fire I guess.
I'm beyond the asshole stage. I haven't talked to her in over 10 years. Just my mom is talking about the stuff my sister tells her and my niece. Niece is trying to balance right now of moving to somewhere she doesn't want to live or staying where she is and keeping her business.
My mom told her to talk to an attorney right off. There's no possible way I really could come out any worse or better, just trying to butt in only if it might help just so my mom stops stressing over it.
I've always been the evil redneck neither of my nieces want anything to do with. What's really funny is the other niece came to thanksgiving with her fiance to let him meet my parents. Me and him hit it off real well. We sat around and play guitar together since he's in a band and he mostly plays classic country so we sat around and shot the breeze for a few hours. My niece wanted to shoot me when I said he seems OK to me, just be aware you're about to marry someone a whole lot like me. Oh the humanity. My niece almost came unglued when I said "Gay guitar pickers don't turn me on", which is a line from a Hank Williams Jr. song and he not only knew it - he knew the man and we did the song together. LOL. Oh the horry.
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Well basically I don't care what she winds up thinking of me, not going to get much worse. Just want it to work out to not be a total screwing in the long run so my mom doesn't stress out over it. I thought the guy was bad news from the start. Everything is about him. Kids have his name, even tho they're not married. House had to be within 10 minutes of work because he couldn't drive further than that. All kinds of crap.
Seems like you're already going to tell your mom. Or sell her a shitty old AMD computer for $400.
Heh. Chromebooks for both parents the best investment I ever made.
Just give your mom the info and leave niece alone. If you want to get some rep just call her and let her know mom's worries and make a generic offer of help if she wants any.
I don't see how it really benefits your niece to know this even if she didn't, which she probably did.
Secondly, there's no common law marriage in LA.
Also man, this is just an observation, but it seems like whenever some shit goes down in your state you call all the local companies to pull up shit on people
Let it burn. Unless you need some sort of smug satisfaction by telling your niece that shit's all fucked up, there's zero benefit for you or anyone by even grunting an opinion.
I'm not sure what you'd hope to accomplish by telling her this information
Is this the daughter of the sister that is sued you last year?
Borzak, you say the boyfriend has been with her for 8 years. You haven't talked to her in over 10. So, you are implying you have never met him.
Borzak- "Yeah, so, your bum of a live-in boyfriend bought a house and knew he was going to get fired. Just thought you should know."
Her- "Who the fuck are you?"
Borzak- "I'm your uncle! And anyways, I know people that know people and have it on good authority that your dead-beat baby daddy knew he was fucking you over with this job/house thing."
Her- "You psycho, you don't even know us. Why are you even talking to me now?"
Borzak- "Well, you are really stressing out my mom. Think you could stop please? Maybe make better life decisions?"
Her- "Die in a fire, asshole."
Even then, with the no involvement with her life, telling her before hand would still have little effect. Sure you could be right but she feels she knows him better than you know either of them.
Fight nailed it. Borzak, stay out of it... and stop calling around town every time someone gets fired.
Borzak sounds like my neighbors. Sometimes I feel like starting Crazy Neighbors Thread. Adult daughters moving back in, various boyfriends in and out all the time.
Yesterday one of the boyfriends came by and was yelling about how he was going to slit someone open. I think it was one of the girls, but no idea if it was the one he was dating. Basically any time I want to spend time outside in the evening I can get an earful. I'm about to build a deck so I can watch the show more often. I've already decided to let that shit over there burn. Unless they literally catch fire or start shooting it's not going to affect me. Even when they occasionally block my driveway with their arguments it's no big deal, I can drive through the yard.
I don't really have any current crazy neighbors. At worst I think one of my neighbors swing. However when I was growing up one of my neighbors' dogs were barking a bunch so another neighbor chased them around (in the owner's yard) with a weed whacker.
I had some real white trash neighbors back in 2001. To be fair, I moved into a shitty low rent apartment, so that was my fault. But the walls were paper thin. Poor guy and his ex who routinely came over for what the fuck ever. They would scream and fight and break things. Douchebag also liked to fall asleep with the TV on. Had to call the cops a few times. Finally moved out when lease was up. Good soundproofing became one of my required on renting ever after. Even the condo I got a couple years ago. Excellent brick and concrete.
Oh yeah when I was renting one night I'm quite sure the Indian dude that lived above me got drunk, started hitting on his wife and then started screaming "I AM A MOTHER FUCKER" like every 20 seconds. I wasn't quite sure if I was supposed to call the cops or what. I couldn't guarantee he was hitting her but I heard crying but that could have just been the dude was drunk and weird and that was upsetting her.
I once had some pollacks live next to me that tried growing corn in the front lawn in Chicago.
Originally Posted by Noodleface
I think I posted it here before but I had some awful neighbors a few years ago.
They started knocking on my door nearly daily after we bought our puppy. The walls were paper thin and they complained that my dog ran around too loudly all day. We started playing with her outside nonstop to get her to sleep more, but puppys gonna pup.
The first time the guy came up, he was in a wife beater, super sweaty and red-faced and immediately opened up with "I was coming up here to beat your ass because your dog is so loud". Ok cool BRO!
We told him we'd do our best, and that's when it became a multiple-times-per-day thing. I stopped answering our door when they knocked, only to be acosted by him and his wife everytime I took my dog outside. They claimed my dog ran nonstop all day (she didn't), and also after 9PM she walked "too loudly". She was 9 pounds at the time.
Wife eventually told us her husband suffered PTSD and slept in a room by himself because he would freak out at night. She also told me he thought about kicking my ass. They called the police on us about a hundred times and told them if they kept calling they were going to be charged. They went to management at the apartment complex and basically got told to shut the fuck up. They moved out, but before they did I was about to call the local Navy Office (whatever it is) and explain how the wife admitted he had PTSD and I was in fear for my life. Never got to that thankfully.
I had pretty good luck with neighbors, no awful ones I remember. I had some good looking apartment neighbors I wanted to bang. However, my friend that lived in my building had way more game than me and actually did bang at least one of them. Maybe both. Hero friend wins. I also saw the cops show up to break up a domestic violence incident in the building next door. Pretty run of the mill stuff.
However, I befriended an apartment office person at my complex and they had some fucked up tenant stories. Like the ones who set up a meth lab in their apartment and set themselves on fire while high & cooking up a batch. Or a guy that was posing with his gun in front of the bathroom mirror, accidentally fired it and barely missed the neighbor across the wall. Made me pretty thankful I knew my neighbors and they seemed not too fucked up.
It was a big complex, so there were bound to be some bad apples.
Also, this story is awesome and semi neighbor related:
I can't figure out what is going on with my next door neighbor.
Singly lady, mid 40s, reasonably attractive(not fat, not white trash). About 2 years ago, she stopped driving her car. Every day someone would come to her house and pick her up and take her to work, and every day someone would bring her home. These same various people would come by on the weekends, pick her up, bring her back whenever, etc. My wife talks to her occasionally, would say things like "hey if you ever need a ride anywhere let me know..." but we've never heard a word. Don't know if its health-related, DWI, or what. She never said a peep. Then these "pickups" started to happen at all hours of the day. A car would show up in her driveway at midnight, then leave in the middle of the night. Or someone would bring her home a 3am on a weeknight and she'd be back out the door at 7am for work the next morning...
Car sits in her driveway so long (2+) years that all the tires go flat/rot. It literally never moved an inch, not even other people drove it. Then she started disappearing for longer and longer lengths of time. She has a dog, first she'd be gone for the weekend, and one of the "ride" people that picks her up would come by and feed the dog. Then she started disappearing for a week at a time. Someone would always come by to feed her dog, let it out in the backyard to poop, etc. Then she'd be gone for several weeks at a time, same deal.
Now all of a sudden 2 months ago this old man(looks like in his 60s) comes to her house EVERY day to do work. Mows grass, trims trees, cleans, landscapes, I assume he does work inside the house too, etc. Sometimes she's home, sometimes not. Sometimes he stays for a couple days, sometimes he comes and goes multiple times per day. Sometimes he spends the night even when she is home as well. But last week he rented a construction dumpster and absolutely FILLED the entire thing with garbage bags and trash/junk. We're only talking like a 1200 square foot house here, this dumpster was HUGE and he filled it to the brim with trash and then it was gone the next day.
I told my wife that I think she's hooking for money to pay medical bills or something, as a half joke, but the whole thing is weird as hell.
They live in TX and bought a house there but I'm not sure on the breakdown of time in TX/LA.
I only called cuase my mom was upset that anyone would get laid off so soon after buying a house from a company that only has 6 people working there. How could they not know he was buying a house.
Apparently they did know and he was warned that if contract they were trying for fell thru he was gone. Well he was gone. I was really suprised to hear the company was still in business after my first dealing with him several years ago. They took a gigantic back charge after producing drawings that were mirrored upside down.
Cats out of the bag now. Had to go to the dr. with my mom today and she already had an idea apparently.
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Quick rundown on the current neighbors.
1. Second night we lived in the house, we were in the driveway and heard one of the daughters screaming "YOU FUCKING BITCH I HATE YOU I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE". Not just once. And that wasn't the only night. But the wife and I looked at each other and said, "Oh shit, we got us some of them kinda neighbors now"
2. One Christmas Night one of the daughters came banging on our door around midnight. I met her at the door with a shotgun. She was wasted and kept trying to force her way in saying they were beating her next door. I asked to see marks and she had none. But she kept insisting she needed to come in. Then she said she didn't even get a christmas present and was so sad. I offered to call the police for her and she declined. The next morning we realized the bitch had stolen a light from our porch. I guess that was her christmas present.
3. RUMOR: One night a dude came to our door in the middle of the night. He said he was a recent ex BF (like in the last 5 minutes) of one of the daughters and the mom was threatening to kill him. He didn't have a car, so he wanted to use our phone to call for a ride. I let him use it. He told us they were worshipping satan, cooking meth, and raping their daughters next door. He was a little drunk but not wasted. At the time I didn't take any of it seriously.
4. They had a pack of dogs that they let run free. We eventually had to call animal control on them because they always harassed my daughter when she got home from school and one day one bit her. In our yard BTW. There was no ill will over that because we talk to the lady who owns the house all the time and she says her kids keep bringing these fucking dogs and just leaving them. She doesn't even want them but can't bring herself to send them to the pound.
5. RUMOR: Had one of our neighbors doing some work on our well and he told me those people were known to whore out their daughters. Even back when they were underaged. This guy told me he saw the man drive his girl up to a corner store, she got out, got into another car, windows fogged up, she got out and back in his car. I think he said she was in there 15 minutes. If I was right about the daughter he was talking about, the girl was a sr in HS at the time he told the story, but the man had a stroke at least 5 years prior that he never recovered fully from, so I don't think he can drive anymore. He does drive a lawn mower, so maybe I'm wrong about that. Of course he also could have been talking about one of the boyfriends or sons.
6. Had another neighbor from down the street who is a general contractor. I tried to line him up to come look at doing some renovations for us. When he figured out where I lived he asked how I got along with the neighbors. I told him they didn't give me any trouble, but I'd heard some stuff about them. I forget his wording, but he indicated he had a story too. Told him I couldn't wait to hear it. Then, he wouldn't come look at my house. Instead he gave me numbers to some other people. My suspicion is that he's had run ins with them and just doesn't want to come down this way.
7. Nowhere near the caliber of the rest of them, but someone got a fucking drum set for christmas and they keep my wife pissed off by beating on the damned thing.
8. Found a random pit bull in my back yard one day. It wasn't the neighbors', but I knew they had one so I went over to ask if they knew it. When they didn't, I said well, I guess I'll call the cops to come get it and the dude freaked the fuck out. "Cops? don't need no cops poking around my business. Why you calling the cops? Cops better not snoop around here" I was like, "relax, I mean I'm calling them for the dog because animal control is off today"
9. They burn their trash, which I don't mind but the smell irritates my wife. We were under a burn ban for a while and they were still burning. I solved that by telling them that during burn bans or when it was windy they could use our dumpster for the household stuff that couldn't sit on the pile and wait for a good day to burn. I'm pretty sure they just use my dumpster all the time now, but at least it's only household trash and they're not filling it up with boxes and shit.
I have to say that all of my interactions with them have been fine. They seem friendly and we help each other out. The only thing I've seen that even comes close to backing up the rumors above are the fights and the constant stream of traffic in and out. They seem to have at least 1 visitor an hour who never seems to stay for more than a minute. It might be the same car coming and going. All I can actually see are the headlights. But that would be weirder than it being visitors.
When we win the lottery, one of the first things we're going to do is buy that house and demolish it. The lady said she'd gladly sell it if she could get enough to move to colorado and away from her kids.
But anyway mom knows, she pretty much knew to begin with. It happened 2 months ago and I just found out about it. Not a big deal to call someone up and catch up in my industry. Very small group of people.
I told mom to tell her they'll pay for an attorney to just get an idea of things and I'll pay for it (thru my mom of course) so she will know where she stands. She's hard headed like me. She'll go down in bankrupcy before she takes any help.
I'm more concerned with her 2 twins that my niece to be honest. Don't want them homeless and their parents aren't their fault.
I think I have only met him once at my sisters house. But my dad can't stand him. He got a masters in architecture and his thesis was on what makes a certain room to be that certain kind of room. My dad who is less PC than I am told him "I guess your parents are glad to have spent all that money to realise the bathroom is a closest with a toilet in it". LOL dad said he went on for 1/2 an hour of why a kitchen was a kitchen.
I hope they get it figured out, most like I said for my nieces two kids. Not thier problem or fault. Mom said my niece is now making more money than him so whatever. Apparently he's riding the unemployment till it dries up before sending out resumes.
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Got home at 1 in the morning yesterday. I work swing shift so this is normal. I live on the second floor and as I walked in, my roommate's dog loses it's shit and starts jumping around like a spazz. Neighbor from below walks upstairs and bangs on the door like he is trying to break in. He is black out drunk. Starts demanding to know what is going on, if I am okay, why I am still up. I tell him I just got home. He demands to know what I do for work, and what my roommate does for work. Then he declares that my roommate doesn't like him. Says the dog is okay but we are not. Then he says I am okay, the dog is okay, but my roommate is not.
Then he declares we are both very weird. He asks me if we knew that.
I should mention this is a grown man who lives with his elderly mother. He has told me that he writes children's book for a living. He is always wearing the same hoodie and a pair of camouflage cargo pants. Nice guy. Little weird but I always try to make conversation because there's no use in being rude if you don't have to be.
So, anyway. He keeps going on about how weird we are and how my roommate doesn't like him. He says, "You're weird. But I get it. You're okay. You understand?" He says this about twelve times and I start thinking to myself, "Does this guy think we're gay or something?"
At some point he laid down on my doormat and still kept talking to me. Meanwhile, my roommate's dog is losing his shit because he doesn't know who is at the door and he probably thirsts for blood. Neighbor wants to meet dog. Another neighbor shows up and reminds us that it is 1 in the morning. I cling to this opportunity like a drowning man clings to a life jacket. I say goodnight and close the door.
The pedo neighbor story reminded me of another neighbor I had when I lived in apartment building. She wasn't really crazy, but it was a 6 year old little white girl. For some reason kids like me. So she always wanted to talk to me when I walked by. I was always polite and shit, but I was thinking, holy fuck I hope no one sees me talking to this little white girl and thinks I'm a pedo. One day I ask her what her grandma would say about her talking to strangers (she lived with her grandma). She said she wouldn't like it. So I asked why she kept talking to me. She said I wasn't a stranger, she saw me every day. I explained to her that wasn't how it worked, if her grandma didn't know me then I was a stranger. I thought that got me off the hook. But the next day she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to her apartment to meet her grandma so I wouldn't be a stranger anymore.
I only lived there for a year or so. God I hope no one ever took advantage of that little girl. At least, not till she turned 18. Her grandma was good people. She said the girl was just outgoing like that. When I moved out grandma helped me get my security deposit back by teaching me how to clean a big stain off the carpet.
I'm gonna clothesline you Tarrant. Clothesline you so hard right onto my dick, on accident of course. Oh, well, that feels surprisingly good for both of us. I've never kissed a man, but maybe today we just try it out. We won't tell anyone. Several hours later our bodies are entwined. We are one flesh. Gyrating. Thrusting. PENETRATING.
Slippery slope if you ask me.
This thread needs more love.
I live in an apartment building on the main street of town, and a few doors down from me is a bar and grill. It used to be more busy, but a couple more opened up within a few miles from here, so its dwindled. Sometimes we would get some real characters though. People would be out on the streets until 2am but I think the cops cracked down on it.
One specific incident a guy was losing his shit, wandering around and screaming to all his friends "I DON'T DO COCAINE". He kept trying to convince the world at the top of his lungs while walking the street. I hope they believed him.
Oh man, a place for me to vent!
So, around last June I got some new neighbors upstairs. I had been living in this apartment for 4 years and never had an issue with anyone, well around that time they started being extremely loud from 9pm to 12am almost every night. I go to bed at 9pm and have to get up for work at 4am, I'm also a very light sleeper and every time I would almost pass out they would make an astonishing amount of noise (Sounds like weights being thrown on the ground or something) and wake me up. Usually I was so tired I didn't want to get up and confront them or call security but I ended up calling security several times.
Fast forward to December and things haven't changed and now the noise is moving over into the daytime. This didn't bother me so much since it didn't affect my sleep but it was annoying none the less. Well they were at it again and I finally was getting tired of it and banged on the ceiling around 11pm with a broom, well as soon as I did that they started jumping up and down in retaliation. I finally lost my shit, went upstairs and knocked on the door. This super hot blonde opens the door and says "what do you want?" with a snarky attitude. I explain to her how I've been dealing with her noise levels every night since June and I was finally tired of it and told them how early I had to get up every day. She looks at me and says "Well maybe you shouldn't live in an apartment" and slams the door in my face. I fucking snapped, I started beating her door and cussing her for like 3 minutes. I then proceeded to rip her Christmas wreath off and rip it to shreds and in that fury I delivered a few more hay makers to the door. I then then downstairs to get some ice and wait on the police to show up, the whole time thinking about how bad I fucked up. Well, the police never show and I'm so wound up I can't sleep.
Within then next few weeks my brand new car get's keyed, several times i come outside to dogshit all over my car (They have a dog) and then my mail starts getting opened (Business paperwork flung all over the breezeway etc.). I call the police and explain to them the situation (Even what I did that night). I knew nothing could be done since I had no proof and I was correct (I just wanted it on record). I've been hoping to catch them opening my mail so maybe they could get some prison time but the cameras that will perform the needed operations are out of my price range.
They continue to be loud as shit and have now knocked items off my shelves that are irreplaceable and broke them. I've contacted the apartments and they seem to want to do fuck all even if they are violating their lease agreement. I'm doing my best to keep my cool but if something doesn't happen soon I'm afraid I may beat her and her Hodor looking boyfriend to death.
Call the apartment managers again. Tell them to stop the noise or you are moving out as *they* will be violating the lease by not enforcing the noise violation portion. That will get their asses in gear as they won't want to lose your rent money. Just have the money ready to move if they decide not to fix things. Also record the conversation for proof for when they try to fine you and send collectors after you.
I would call the local usps. Those guys seriously do not fuck around with people tampering with mail. The inspectors even carry guns. They might be able to best advise you or might look into it.
Specifically, 18 U.S. Code 1702.
It's probably a long shot but if they've destroyed mail addressed to you then that falls under the statute.Whoever takes any letter, postal card, or package out of any post office or any authorized depository for mail matter, or from any letter or mail carrier, or which has been in any post office or authorized depository, or in the custody of any letter or mail carrier, before it has been delivered to the person to whom it was directed, with design to obstruct the correspondence, or to pry into the business or secrets of another, or opens, secretes, embezzles, or destroys the same, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than five years, or both.
So call the Police before any confrontation. Call them when the noise is fucking excessive beyond your county's limits (bonus points for late night hours!) so they can witness it.
Of course there's not guarantee they'll show up like you said...at least my neighborhood department seems good about it.
Yeah, they have a noise ordinance and the lease contract strictly prohibits noise form 830pm to 7am. The problem with the police is if they can't hear it outside they won't do anything about it. I've had one cop come in and listen and tell them to quiet down but he was the only one.
I'd love to tell them I'm leaving and normally I would but all my money is currently tied up in the business I just started and I'd hate for them to call my bluff.
The USPS said they could come out and do an investigation but unless I had video, pictures or proof likely nothing would get done. I had planned on parking my friends car with a dash cam in the parking spot facing my door, place a fake package out front and see if anyone fucked with it. There is a chance that it's not even them but I've made no other enemies.
Fucking with the car is what makes my blood boil. I have no family, few friends and cars are my life. Every time I see the paint fucked up that bad it makes me mad as shit all over again. The worst part is having to take a 500 deductible and insurance hit. It's so damn bad it's going to cost 5k to fix correctly.
I've also been trying to figure out a way to mount speakers to the ceiling, crank up some annoying ass Ace of Base and leave for the night. I'm sure that would do me no favors with the law either.
Well I'd have to see your county's ordinance but that standing outside by the police smells like bullshit laziness on their part. Looks like you only had one officer worth his damn make his way inside. Sorry man I go through this shit so much living in a condo. Good luck.
$5k of damages sounds pretty severe.
I wonder if you could put a game hunter camera near your car that they couldn't see and catch them.
I've looked at other camera options but I know someone would find it and be like, FUCK YEA FREE CAMERA!
The place I get my cars painted at does entire panels so it matches better, it becomes rather costly quickly. They got both sides of my car and the hood.
5k of damage from a vandalism isn't that hard to do depending on the rates of the shop doing the work.
Adding my own bit of neighborish issues based on the topic of apartment/condo living and trying to get police involved with vandalism etc.
Since last fall, my condo complex has been plagued by this group of 5 or 6 teenagers who live up a neighboring street, they'll hop the fence to get in and out. Well, they've started hanging around the garages here, which is hard to give a visualization, but the buildings are 4-plex and under them is the garage area, with a 7 foot wall at the end that goes up to ground level. Anyway, these kids will often be hanging around these garages, hopping up and down the wall, which at first didn't bother me, but what had me suspicious is they would bolt the moment you even walked in their general direction (even when walking my dog, etc).
Well one night, before I saw these kids for the first time, i accidentally left my garage door open (or something tripped the laser to cause it to go back up) - typically i didn't keep my car doors locked because of the garage, but when i went down the next morning to go to work, i noticed the door was open, which was a bit of an "oops" moment, i didn't think much about it, my neighbors for the most part are cool and i trust them after being here long enough. Anyway the second concern was once I got in my car, it was telling me the passenger door was ajar, and this is never the case. I don't have passengers often in this car except maybe a few times a year. But I also don't keep anything of value in it that wouldn't take some effort to remove, and nothing was missing.
However, maybe a few weeks, I checked my other car, which is a bit of a beater, and it's doors were also ajar, and the battery was dead (cabin lights were on from it) Well, luckily i kept a portable jumper kit, however, it was missing. I figured maybe it was in the garage storage closet or back in the house and I forgot i was recharging it or something. Nope. So now when I start seeing these shady kids, the pieces of the puzzle are coming together.
Apparently, these kids have also been seen throwing mudballs at cars and other vandalous shit, issue is, with how they bolt when somone potentially sees them, I'm finding it difficult to be able to call the police. Which ironically, there's a cop who is lazy and has a speed trap set up on a nearby street (not theirs) but he doesnt move from that spot and doubt he has an interest in anything but meeting his ticket quota.
The only positive i've got out of this is taking advantage of the kids willingness to run. I came home from work one day to see them in my building's garage area, so I turned on the brights and floored it while blasting my horn, trying to emulate a moment from Christine or something. I'll tell you something is hilariously satisfying about watching some teenagers, including a chubby one try to scramble up this wall like a bunch of terrified cats. It of course didn't solve anything long term, I just didn't see them for a few weeks after that, then winter came, but now that it's warming up, they've been seen again.
We have a security guard here, but he can't do anything other than call the cops, and these kids tend to hang out near fences they can hop over for a quick escape so it's difficult to figure out exactly where they live.
Firecrackers. I'm sure there's a spot where you can toss them at the kids without being seen easily. And not like they'd be able to do anything about it either since they're trespassing.
I mean when I was in my early 20s I probably would have jumped up and down in response to someone pounding on the floor too. And if you came up, beat the shit out of my door, and tore down my decorations? I wouldn't have stopped at keying your car and smearing dog shit on it.
Aim for the crotch. It would be harder to jump a fence after that
I put up with that shit for over 6 months and they are obviously entitled pieces of shit with no respect for anyone.
I'm not on a high horse, I'm being objective.
The moment you did that, you became in the wrong too. Just because they've escalated farther than you're apparently willing to doesn't mean that you didn't fuck up in a huge way.I fucking snapped, I started beating her door and cussing her for like 3 minutes. I then proceeded to rip her Christmas wreath off and rip it to shreds and in that fury I delivered a few more hay makers to the door.
Hence the part where i said I went downstairs and waited on the cops because I knew I fucked up. Did you completely skip that part of my story?
I have a problem with inconsiderate entitled pieces of shit who respect nothing but themselves and yes I had to call the cops on them again last night at 1am. I'm also done responding to some asshole on a message board who came at me all hard like he would have handled the situation any differently in my shoes.
Hekotat, if you can't move then you need to record them in the act asap. You've admitted to doing something and they haven't.
Tarisk, grease on and below whatever they are climbing and hopping. Disconnect the battery in your extra car then put some laxative deserts together in a package they can see. Make sure to get us some pics of their stupid shit covered bodies when they slip and fall while trying to rush home.
The grease thing is hilarious and a great idea.
Grumble, I also thought it was hilarious and I'm sure I got trolled.
I do like the laxitive treats idea though. But honestly, as long as I remember to shut my garage door and make sure it shuts, that's not an issue. I also don't really have a good angle to hit em with an airsoft if I even had one or interest in having one. (sure, useful for the time, but then it would do nothing and sit in my closet for god knows how long).
Though honestly, I figure these shits are going to be caught eventually if they keep it up. They're not exactly inconspicuous.
Fuck laxative candies, leave a bag of candy loaded with acid on it. Send them on a three day trip they will never forget.
It's cool bro, it's just a prank.
Sure I was being unnecessarily dickish about it, but no I wasn't trolling. My point is, you escalated things to where they are now when you went berserk on their door and Christmas wreath. So unless you have some genius plan to de-escalate things (you might try sucking it up and apologizing, as awful as that would feel), you're going to be stuck with things the way they are as long as both of you live there.
Sound like a bunch of young kids to me anyways. We had a few of them at our apartment complex and they were the worst neighbors. The ones downstairs (that wanted to beat me up) were 21 or so. The ones across the hall were 18 and filled our entire building with weed smell/smoke. One time the smoke detector in the hall went off and they ripped it off the wall and threw it away.
Yeah, we moved out.
Actually our next door neighbor was this big huge black dude and his wife - the guy had a doo-rag on, white t-shirt, long shorts, always matching colors, drove a pimped out car. When I moved in I expected the worst, but he was actually a laid back and awesome bro. He even asked me if we were the ones smoking weed, when I told him no we just bullshitted for an hour about how shitty our neighbors were. Gave me the bro fist pump when I moved out.
You're part of the black community now, Noodle. Every black person knows who you are.
My friend lived next to the most token black man of your life. He was absolutely shredded. Like straight up 250 pounds of pure muscle. Probably like 6'2". But damn near every other week he'd have a brand new white whale he was banging over at his house. Like it almost felt like there was a schedule. It was hilarious seeing the churn.
No problems with him, though. He was a great neighbor. Kept to himself and was quiet.
The black dudes banging fat white ladies thing is something I'll never understand.
I think black men just like the fat asses, I don't really know.
He had a respectable wife that was a nurse. If I had to guess, this guy didn't work at all.
Bought a new house, move in at the end of April. Praying to god the old lady next door isn't one of "those old people "
So my apartments just called me out of the blue and said that the previous tenant had accidentally sent an extremely expensive package to my apartment and asked if I had received it. I have not, which means that it was stolen by someone (Hopefully the upstairs neighbors). She asked why I thought it would have be stolen and I told her what had been going down lately. She decided to give them a final lease violation and that the next one would be an eviction. my penis is so hard right now it might rip through my jeans.
I hope the USPS does an investigation and finds whatever the hell they had shipped to my place in their apartment(apparently it's a very large item). My god that would be glorious.
Your average person doesn't think, realize, or know that they are an asshole. And, all the while you are thinking that they are doing all this shit on purpose to make your life hell, they are oblivious. Also, in their mind, you are already probably an asshole for something you don't even realize that you did.
So, confronting them on their asshole'ness only confirms to them that you are an asshole and gives them the license to key your car and rip up your mail.
Give people a reason to try and accommodate you. Don't give them a reason to smear shit on your car. Approach them with some kindness, humility, and patience. Calmly explain the situation and what you hope could change. Proverbs 15:1 "A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger."
Yes, you have to decide to be the bigger person in these situations and that isn't fun, but in the end your life will be better.
Unfortunately, the bridge is probably burned with these neighbors. But in the future, address it earlier and address it kindly. At least the first time. If they are still cocksuckers about it, then weigh your less kind options.
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