I saw someone else’s rant about neighbors and it reminded me of my shitty Saturday morning. Since he was asking for advice, I decided not to hijack the thread.
A little over a year and a half ago, my next door neighbor moved in. She’s cute. She’s nice. A bit dim, but she’s nice enough that it can be overlooked.
Our houses are about 40 years old, and while not in disrepair, are “Old Tech”. So she decided to embark on upgrades. Before she even moved in, she had contractors crawling all over the fucking place. I should also mention that we live on a very small court with only 4 houses on it. Fine, right? Well, mostly.
One morning, her HVAC/Sheetmetal contractor showed up at about 7:15 on a saturday morning and started banging on fucking sheetmetal in her front yard(which our bedroom window faces). I woke up in an extremely poor mood. I put on some shorts and told him to shut it the fuck up. He did so until 8am.
Fine.
About 3 months ago she decided she needed to remove a bunch of topsoil and begin prepping the yard for grass. Fine, right?
Wrong. So wrong.
Firstly, she’s so fucking lazy and so inept that she decides to have her Brother In Law bring his crew over with a bobcat and several HUGE fucking dumptrucks to do the work. THey showed up at like 8am on a Saturday. Her B-I-L told her that we were “lucky” and that he could start as early as 7:30 if he really wanted to. The diesel fumes, the dirt, the dust and the mess are GaWdawful. They took all day to do the work, and wreaked havoc the entire time. No biggie, right? One day of work and they can lay some sod, right?
Wrong. So wrong.
THen her yard sat around in this state for a week. One day, another HUGE dumptruck shows up with a load of compost he “just happened to have extra of”. They dumped it in the middle of her yard. It was fermenting cedar compost. It was the worst smell, it was early summer, and my bedroom window was about 20 fucking feet from the pile. It was vomitous. That’s fine though, right? the workers will be over to spread the compost and lay the sod, right?
You guessed it. Wrong, SO absolutelymotherfucking wrong.
So this then sat around for a fucking month. Thankfully, the smell died off.
For the last 2 weeks they’ve worked nonstop. It took days just to lay concrete forms. They took a jackhammer to her driveway, walkway and backyard to remove TONS of concrete. Assholes. The dirt, the dust, the noise, the nonstop fucking action in my little court disrupting my every fucking sun-filled minute.
They were finally ready to pour concrete. I was ecstatic. Orgasmic even. Fine, right?
BwaHaHaa. No.
They showed up at 6:30AM on my MOTHERFUCKING SATURDAY-ASS MORNING with a cement truck, a cement crew and a pumper! My time of repose. My rest, shattered. Ruined.
By this time(and after months of patience I might add), my wife and I were incensed. We decided that a status quo needed to be set and called the cops. The police showed up, told them not to pour before 9 AM!(had I known what time construction time was I woulda shoved it up their ass months ago). Fine, right? They left and waited till 9, right?
:rolleyes: Wrong. so miserably, rudely, lack of common-fucking-sense having, discourteously wrong. The policeman left, the pumper left. I thought I could get some sleep.
Then the cement truck backed in to her driveway and started pouring! :eek:
After another hour of this, we called the police again to find out if the policeman told them to pour anyways. They said absolutely not. We had them send out a second cruiser to lecture them. Of course it was 9 by the time he showed up, but it was VERY obvious that construction was in full-swing.
There you go neighbor. I hope your custom-made fucking driveway was worth our neighborly friendship. I really do. This is the last straw and I will seek to destroy you every fucking time you step out of bounds from now on. You rude, prissy fucking daddy’s girl. Daddy and your B-I-L told you that “it would be too hot to pour cement” if you waited a few hours. The cop told you no. You did it anyways. Fuck off.
Hope you enjoy your yard, bitch. :mad:
Sam