dead neighbour & pile o' trash

The BBQ Pit
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so the guy who lived in the aparment below me died, i guess sometime around xmas.

i met him like twice or three times, and it was only ever “hi,” “hey.” kinda things.

i mean, he seemed nice enough, but i haven’t lived here long. i barely know my roommates.

so anyway, the fucking old cunt of a landlord came screaming at my household the other day for there being too much garbage in the garbage pile. well, joe (as we’ll refer to the recently deceased) died. and he was the one who moved garbage to the street for pickup. also, the week he died, nobody else was here, cause well, it was xmas/new years… and everyone else went home, or at least away, for that week or so.

(also note, garbage is only collected once every two weeks here.)

so ok, there is 4 weeks of garbage in the pile that has to go out tomorrow (today, i guess, technically)… ya it’s fucking disgusting, we all know that. but joe fucking died. joe is fucking dead. you fucking get that? joe fucking died either the day before, or the the of, the last scheduled garbage move. so of course there is a disgusting pile of fucking garbage. there was nobody else here to move the last fucking pile of garbage for pick up. so stop fucking yelling.

i mean a reminder that someone has to take over joe’s duties is one thing. but fuck… a screaming reminder, thrice a day, for the last fucking week & half, on our answering machine?

fuck you, you fucking dried up raisin cunted bitch. how about you do some fucking work around the premises? or at least trust your tenants to try and get rid of the pile of trash that oozes & smells oddly like i imagine your pussy must, assuming it ain’t fuller of sand than the sahara? huh?

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and i guess i should add for clarifiaction:

there are 3 apartments in this building, so not enough for us to have a dumpster. also, “joe” was in his mid-late 40s, so his death was slightly unexpected – though he was a severe drunk & drug addict, he appeared kinda healthy-ish.

also, joe was the son of the landlord, so leaving maintainence things up to him, even if it took a couple weeks, was normal.

but fuck.

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and sorry, but this was meant to be posted in the pit.

mods, please move.

unless you really think this is mundane & pointless…

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Well…if Joe was the son of the landlord…and Joe is now dead…and the landlord (Joe’s parent) is now yelling…

It might not be about you, you know? Yeah, try to clean up what you can, take a deep breath, speak nicely to the landlord, and realize that they just lost their son that they had probably set up in this job and apartment in the hope that everything would be ok. (“If we set him up here, he’ll settle down” etc.)

Not saying that you shouldn’t be pissed at the landlord(ess) but keep your voice soft and be accomodating. It accumulates karma, if that’s your thing.

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Done.

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I can’t help but picture a landlord soliloquy:

“Dammit, Joe, why the Hell did you have to Die and leave me to take out the trash? Christ, you were always an ungrateful child. Burrying was too good for you…but then there’d be more trash to haul to the curb. Who the Hell can I get to move all that crap anyway? Damned if I’m going through 9 more hours of labor…”

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Yes, even if she is grieving and is miffed that someone didn’t step forward to help out in the time of trouble, there’s a nice way to ask for the favor.

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The dead know only one thing ; they don’t have to take out the trash.

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I don’t understand why you had to be reminded to remove four weeks worth of trash. Cut the “cunt” some slack. Her son is dead and her tenants are filty.

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Am I the only person who is reading the title of the thread and kind of picturing the dead neighbour ON the pile o’ trash?

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No, I did too.
And it’s a landlady, not landlordess…

If there’s no dumpster-just where does this garbage go? Do I want to know?

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Pssst, bob, shift key, dude, s-h-i-f-t key. It’s the one with the fat arrow pointing towards the screen. Actually, there’s two of them.

:wink:

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Make that “there **are ** two of them.”

:smack:

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Colour me confused. I thought this was the sort of setup where the rubbish is stored until collection day at which point it is moved to kerbside for collection, and landlady has been leaving messages like ‘don’t forget to put those bags of rubbish on wednesday, cocksuckers’. Which does seem mildly odd, unless she had a hankering to have the bags placed outside early, in order for the local cats and dogs to spread a festering layer of debris around the neighbourhood.

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I think that’s his point–they don’t have to be reminded. When the appointed day arrives, they’ll do it. They didn’t do it two weeks ago, because they didn’t know that Joe was dead, and they were out of town.

I’m trying to picture what these reminders sound like:

“Joe, Joe, Joe–he may have been a drunk and a drug addict, but goddammit, he took out the trash, regular as the clock. Not like you worthless cum-stains. Trash day is Wednesday, and I’m reminding you for the third time today, because goddammit, if that fucking trash is still here on Wednesday night, you douchebags are going to move every ounce of it to the city dump with your fucking bare hands! Do I fucking make myself clear???”

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I was picturing four weeks worth of garbage bags filling a hall or some community area. bob says that after Joe died there was no one for the last pick up. I say there was someone - bob and his roommates. They are apparently grown men/women that shouldn’t have to be told that the trash taker-outer is dead so someone will have to take up the slack.
If I have read this incorrectly, I am sorry bob, and I’ll fall to the ground and shake my fist at the sky, screaming Joe’s name and cursing god for taking your garbage guy in penance.

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This is hardly a minor point. You have an adult kid who was already in trouble and then died on you years ahead of your time. And the miserable sots who live in your building (and know that the dead guy was your KID) couldn’t even take the trash out when they saw it? So you’re looking at this reminder that your kid is dead and not one soul can be bothered to even help out?

If it were me, your answering machines would’ve melted from the messages I’d have left. Geeze.

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He says they weren’t there:

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How did they know?

He died right around the last day. The way it works in my place, is there’s bins out back where you put your trash. Waaaaaaay in the back. Then the guy dumps them on the curb once a week, because no one will take it otherwise.

I could see it being a while before anyone knew. I don’t go back to the bins until I put my garbage out. So if I was out of town, I’d never know. And to be honest, I don’t even know where he puts it out. So I’d have to cal the landlord anyway to find out.

It’s the landlady’s responsibility to tell her tenants.

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Well, I’d say they know now…