Hi guys! I’ve been saving this one up because I understand you know, you’re just doing your job. Okay so let’s begin.
Point one: The gas leak. Now this was mildly amusing because apparently it was cool to leave the gas leaking all night after you’d hit the line with your equipment, but you know, if I can smell it at the end of my driveway, I’d call it a problem.
So the next day, the leak is fixed and, oh, we’re all so happy. Except you’ve now dug a massive hole in the street, right in front of my driveway. And, of course, you didn’t think it was really necessary to make sure those metal plates totally covered up the hole, did you? But it’s okay, time’s passed, and the hole’s fixed now. Sure, it’s bumpier than it was, but I’ll take what I can get.
Point two: I have my own alarm clock. It does not resemble either a jackhammer or a bulldozer. When you begin work at 7:20 in the morning, I am invariably woken up too. This is not soothing. This is not pleasing. Fucking stop doing it.
Point three: And here I realize I am being petty, incredibly petty, but since I don’t like you, there we go, stop spraying dirt all over my car. It is remarkable how much dirt manages to get down our driveway each day. And the fucks you had blowing leaves a few months ago that pushed them all into the street so they blew into our yard were noted as well.
I think that’s it for now, but I’m sure there’ll be more since you’re building a subdivision in Memphis in winter which, obviously, means that you’ve had many rain delays. Good luck with that.
-Lil