Of course then **kittenblue ** would have to fence her off. May I suggest stakes and landscaping fabric?
What law has been broken if you get someone’s car dirty?
Man, I’m lucky if the police respond when I call and report gunfire.
Eh, in neighborhoods where gunfire is very rare, cops will often show up for neighbor disputes. Breaks up their day, and maybe some intervention will prevent the next call from being “Oops, I accidently ran the neighbor over with my lawnmower 6 or 7 times.”
Maybe a few of these lawn ornaments would help the neighborhood. I can just see a few of those making the fence and lawn jockey lady green with envy.
I spend part of my time in a much nicer neighborhood. I still can’t imagine calling the police because someone got my car dirty. Or the police making the “offender” fill out a statement.
Must be nice to have so little to worry about. And a man with a gun to back you up.
For a moment, I thought the boss/boyfriend was flipping you off in that last shot as you took his picture. Technically, he wasn’t, but he kind of looks like he was thinking about it.
What a coupla yahoos.
Maybe you could line your side of the fence with something more attractive from the cloth store… how about a nice daisy print. That way, she will think you like the eyesore, uh, ‘fence’, and take it down.
I can’t imagine calling the police because someone got my car dirty either. But from the police point of view, one of 2 things may be happening - a crazy person may be complaining because a few blades of grass blew onto her car, or a crazy person may have dumped a few bags of grass clippings inside someone’s car. Either way, it may be worth having a cruiser stop by to (a) determine which person is the crazy one, and (b) explain to said crazy person that their behavior is unacceptable, whether it’s calling the police over a few blades of grass, or dumping bags of grass into someone else’s car.
So I stopped at city hall, got a copy of the regulations, and described what was going on. The clerk asked if I wanted to make a complaint, and I said no, this woman would retaliate, and it’s really not that huge a deal to us…she can make herself look silly all she wants. She said that perhaps the neighbor is planning (once again) to erect a permanent fence, and has applied for a permit, and did I want her to check? Of course, that meant giving her the address. No permit applied for, so I’m thinking she really IS using it to deflect water from her sprinklers back into her yard! But now the city clerk knows what yard it is, and what’s to stop her from mentioning it to the inspector who drives around the city, looking for violations…???
I just wonder…how does she get the boyfriend to go along with the crazy? It just reinforces my belief that the bitchiest women get all the guys…
You can’t stop those guys from doing their jobs, nor should you. Here the inspectors are out in the city all day … they notice lots of violations, on their own. If there is no actual complaint, the inspector will probably say that he noticed while “driving around the city, looking for violations”. 
Well she already does not live there, so this place is costing her money every month it does not sell.
Could do things like:
Wander out wearing dirty coveralls, no shoes, and just 1 half on sock. Say hi to your prospective new neighbors come to parouse making sure to comment what purty teeth they have. Carrying a hatchet may add nicely to the picture. Spit a few times.
Any of the other standards like approaching home shoppers and asking if they know a way to get lots of blood out of carpet.
Hanging out in your front yard talking loudly to your imaginary friends, while petting an imaginary cat cradled in your arms.
'Cuz the crazy ones fuck like nothing else. Downside is that you have to put up with a bunch of shit, and do it for a while because the sex is hot. After you grow up for a while, you release that it’s not worth it, but some people never grow up.
The crazy bitch who used to live next to us while we were growing up called to police on Sunday morning, Mother’s Day to boot, to complain that my mother was stealing dirt from her back yard. On Saturday, my mom had been weeding our side of the chain link fence, and pulled some weeds directly under the fence, failing to return perhaps a cup of soil or so/ :rolleyes:
YOu could always threated the Bitch with something. Might I suggest telling her that the Spring/Summer Cleveland Dopefest is possibly being held at your house. :eek:
Nevermind.
I started a thread back when she put the house on the market asking what I could do to drive the price of her house down, because I felt she was asking too much for it, and I’d rather get neighbors who got a good deal. This board explained to me that I might get undesirable neighbors either way, but ones who could afford to pay would possibly be better, and that it was ultimately in my interest to keep the property values high. Whatever. So parking a bunch of cars and being slovenly was not a good option…though I’d do the friendly thing.
And as to TokyoPlayer’s information about crazy chicks and sex…this woman doesn’t seem like the type…more the “don’t touch me, I just got my hair done” . And a lot of really, really kind and considerate women have similar appetites, so I think the correlation needs some work,
And I wish I could hold the DopeFest here…but there’s Grandma…sigh.
Just sign her up for a bunch of lurid junk mail. Easy peasy. If you get caught, you’re forgetful and forgot your house numbers.
Oh, c’mon! The dude’s pushing his glasses back up! You try hammering odd-sized stakes crookedly into a lawn using the claw end of the hammer and trying to keep the stakes more-or-less in line with an existing fence and see if you don’t need to adjust your glasses once in a while!
He didn’t know I was taking the pictures then, so he definitely was just pushing his glasses back up. But I did laugh afters, and he heard me and looked around…
Okay, we’ve had thunderstorms and winds last night and today, and the fence has taken a beating…the end by the street has collapsed. Tomorrow is the day she usually comes by…I’ll bet she blames us… If only one of the branches from our tree had landed on it…that happened when it was just sticks and string, and I left the branch there for days so she would know how a section got knocked out.
Don’t you hate feeling like you need to call the cops and tell them the fence blew over in the storm, and you want your statement given now?