dead neighbour & pile o' trash

Flush out your headgear, guy, and read for comprehension.

A. not a guy

B. No issue with comprehension. But thanks for the kindly advice. My remark means (if you’re interested in comprehension) that I think the OP could cut a little slack given the landlord’s son is dead. Not everybody is a model of rationality in times of great emotional distress.

Geez, haven’t you figured it out?

Landlady killed Joe. Dumped the evidence - a vial of ricin - into the son’s trash. Now she’s freaking out because the trash is still there, tormenting her like the Tell-tale Heart.

Here’s how I’m understanding the situation - somebody correct me if they disagree:

When residents of this apartment complex “take out their trash,” they take the full garbage bags to some central repository within the complex, where they sit in a pile waiting on the biweekly city trash collection. Every other Tuesday night, Joe was the designated guy to move this mountain of waste out to the street for pickup the next day.

The pickup on December 13, 2006 went fine, and from then on garbage started accumulating in the repository as normal.

Joe died on or around Tuesday, December 26, and thus was unable to move the garbage out for the December 27 pickup. None of the other residents of the complex were in town during that week, so they didn’t do it either.

The next scheduled pickup is today, January 10, and there are now four weeks’ worth of garbage festering in the repository. That’s not really anybody’s fault - Joe died at an inopportune time, from a garbage collection perspective. With Joe dead, though, somebody else has to take care of moving the trash for today’s pickup.

Since January 1 or so, the landlady has been repeatedly and loudly reminding the living tenants via voicemail that they will need to do it on the night of the 9th. The OP’s complaint, I think, is that one or two reminders would have sufficed - twenty or thirty weren’t really needed. She wasn’t bugging him about something he should have already done, but about something he’d need to do at a specific time in the future. Taking the garbage out to the street days ahead of the scheduled pickup isn’t really an option.

I’d probably bristle, too.

The garbage sitting there is reminding landpeople that their darling boy is gone. (We make all kinds of associations in times of stress). They want it gone and are a little upset abou the whole thing. Again, it’s a unique situation that seems to me to warrant some compassion and a little tolerance. Anyway, the trash will be gone and all will be solved in short order. My suggestion to the OP is chocolate.*

My suggestion to everyone is ‘chocolate’. 'Cause life is just too short. :smiley:

Yeah, I do agree that some slack is in order.

I’d suggest that the chocolate be eaten a good distance away from the pile of rotting trash - the odor spoils the experience. :wink:

And don’t forget to wash your hands between trash disposal and chocolate disposal!

Call her back and leave a message:

“Don’t worry, Joe always takes out the trash.”

Well done.

You know, I have a 15 year old daughter. Would you mind if I email you things she says and have you interpret them for me? :smiley:

To all you people saying that bob should cut her some slack–he already did. He didn’t post this after a couple of extra reminders or after she snapped at him once or something. He posted this after she left thirty messages on his answering machine screaming at him about not doing something that he couldn’t even do yet!

She’s not just “not on her best behavior due to extreme stress.” She’s way over the line.

I agree to the extent that he hasn’t done anything to her that he mentions. He could be passing her every day and smiling brightly as they pass.

So far, from the OP, all he’s done is to vent about her behavior. She vents on him. He vents on the Dope. It’s the way of the world. :smiley:

Oh no! Now that song “We are the World” is playing through my head. Argh!

“Don’t worry, Joe always takes out the trash.”

That is so mean and wonderful. I’m going to hell for laughing at that.

Actually I’m hearing Alice’s Restuarant.

Hmm. I did not consider that.

Very well put.

thank you. and sorry it took a while for me to respond, but work sucks in addition to everything else going on around here.

anyway, the landlord (actually a couple, but the she is the only one that leaves their house {they live in richmond hill, not downtown,} or can work modern appliances, for example the phone) has had time to interview eight people/couples whatever for the now empty apartment “joe” has left behind; and are even throwing in his old tv as a freebie for the new tenant. prolly just cause it don’t work well, and they don’t wanna lift it is my guess.

and i get that she may just be eccentric and old, and dealing with a personal loss… but fuck. just fuck.

(and yes, since we have been notified that “joe” is no longer with us, others {namely myself} have taken to making sure garbage, recycling, etc. is dealt with appropriately.)

it’s not a big deal. except when it only becomes your deal after the fact.