I’m hooked now. I’m reminded of Velma’s Cooler of Death saga.
When’s your next scheduled pick up?
No pick up scheduled yet: they only answer that phone Mon-Fri, and I was too disheartened Friday.
But I have news! I was chatting on the phone with my across-the-street neighbor, and I started to complain about the dehumidifier thing – and she knows who did it! Well, this time at least. What she said was, she saw the teenaged boy who lives beside us dragging the dehumidifier towards our driveway on Friday morning, with his mother yelling and and pointing and generally directing the action. Across-the-street neighbor had thought this was weird at the time, but she was on her way to work, and besides, you can’t be sure what’s going on and, not said but I think it was involved and I understand why, she didn’t want to get into any hassle with beside-me neighbor.
Sooooo. Bitch neighbor from hell strikes again. I’m just waiting until this afternoon, and then I’m gong to give her a call. “So, Mrs. Beside-Me, Mrs. Across-from-me tells me that it is YOUR son who dumped trash in the middle of my driveway on Friday. Before I report this to the police, I figured I should ask if there’s any reasonable explanation for why he thought he should trespass and litter in my yard.”
Heh. Looking forward to it.
(For those with long memories, yes, this is the woman who threatened to file complaint against me for indecent exposure because her son was using binoculars to peep into my bedroom window.)
Ideal solution here: get a permanent marker, and draw a big penis on it. Nobody will want it.
Ha! I knew this had to happen to someone else too!
My father was throwing out a threepiece suite one and we had just dragged out the sofa to the curb for a friend of his to drive up a little later in truck and take this to the city disposal area when a man drove up and asked if he could have it. My father agrees and the man races off to come back with rickety truck et voila! We help him load it and he’s off. Great! My father and I think. He calls his pal, cancels truck and everyone’s aces.
About an hour or two later (Around 8pm) Same rickety truck drives up and parks outside our house. Same person rings the doorbell and asks my father if we’d help him unload the sofa back into our drive way. Of course we’re quite mystified at this and my father asks why before just saying no. (Ah he was such a good man but naive.) Seems that the wife of our sofa collector did not like the colour and the style wasn’t to her liking. How sweet!
My father then refused and told him to go away and not come back or he’d be most upset and ask our nearby neighbour (A bobby) to take a special interest in these proceedings. At this our treasure hunter did a doubletake and cycled through a blood pressure induced variety of colours. He couldn’t believe his ears! We were actually refusing to help him dump his newly acquired trash on our driveway! What cads we’d become!
Suffice to say he left and thankfully did not return! Ah the very nerve of some people. Truly amazing.
Logic
“Sometimes the Humidifiers Come Back.”
The dehumidifier came back, the very next day
The dehumidifier came back, we thought it was a goner but
The dehumidifier came back, it just wouldn’t stay awaaaaaay
I did a search for your name + “binoculars” and your name + “neighbor”, and couldn’t find anything about this. Can you provide a link?
Err… Well, I’ve never made a link before, but I’ll give it a try.
Weird, nothing shows up on a search for SBS & Binoculars… Binoculars & indecent… Neighbor & binoculars… Aha. Thread title is “Nudity in own home = indecent exposure?” and it was in May 03.Hopefully this is the link.
PLEASE let us know what happened when you called the psycho neighbor…
Since you know who it is, and she’s a bitch, why not play a little game with her. Freeze up a block of something vile, such as chicken blood, a dead rat, or cat pee, and secure it within the dehumidifier when you put it out some night. Since she’s in on it, her son is probably just dragging it into their garage. You don’t even need to call the city, just put it out one night. They’ll take it, it will melt in the garage and then they’ll return it. A simple misting with bleach would probably clear up it’s smell for you.
I have a suggestion.
Take multiple Polaroid pictures of your monstrous dehumidifier along with a copy of that day’s paper in front of your house. Get yourself a GPS tracker and install a transmitter on the dehumidifier.
Track your dehumidifier to the smart ass’ home. Chances are the smart ass is hauling the thing home in his truck, then sneaking it back the following night without removing it from the vehicle.
Take a few pictures of the truck and the dehumidifier in the truck, along with its plate number and with your trusty newspaper (which proves he at least couldn’t have been set up before that date). Drop one set of photos into a manilla envelope along with an explanatory letter to the police. Keep another set for yourself. Place the third under the windshield wiper of the truck, with a cordial little message that says, “it’s yours, now!”
And it only cost you about $1,250 dollars, a small price to pay for a good laugh.
…But gossip is cheaper.
Ah, man, that totally brings me back.
You really need to tell us more stories about the old biddy.
Now, when they take the abandoned dehumidifier (or whatever), it becomes their property, right? So if they litter your property with their litter, you’d be within your rights to return their litter to their property, no?
Ye gods. Thank you.
How about, in case the little snot’s still peeping, you put up a sign in your bedroom window:
“I know you’re watching, and if you touch the dehumidifier again I’m going to go medieval on your ass.”
Watch your phraseology!