Until I married and moved to the tranquil countryside, I’ve never had a physcotic neighbor. Since, I’ve had a run in with two nutjobs.
#1 - It was two weeks after our honeymoon and I am outside (still on vacation) on a spring day working in the mud that I charmingly refer to as my garden. We have one neighbor visible from our house (That in nearly 7 years we NEVER see or hear from), everything else is hidden by trees or too far away. An old man comes riding up on a motorbike, sans helmet, leather. This is ok. He is on a dirt road and only creeping along. BUT his 3 year old grandson is on the bike with him and this bothers me greatly. This is not the point, anyways.(Still bugs me, though)
He lives at the end of the dead end street that runs parallel to our property. We exchange pleasantries. Things are going fine, but my spidey sense is tingly that there is a light bulb out on this guy’s chandeleir somewhere. Can’t explain it, he seemed so normal.
On the back of our house is our deck, we put a wheelchair ramp on it so my father in law can get in and out of our house w/o a problem. This neighbor then asks, this still floors me, " So, I hear there is a cripple living here."
My mouth must have hit the mud. Instead of even dignifying this exceptionally rude question with an answer, I just said,
" Oh,there’s the phone. Nice meeting you…" and took off. When hubby came home I ranted to him about the entire exchange and he thought I must have made up just how incredibly insentive and rude remark while I stewed waiting for him to come home. Then about six weeks later, hubby comes into the house and says, “I owe you an apology. I met Mr. H today. He asked me the same question.”
But wait, there’s More! This Mr. H is a retired GM employee and received free legal for anything for the rest of his life and GM Legal cannot refuse, no matter how frivolous. He had us and another Nice neighborwhos house we cannot see from our house except their chimney.) in a law suit.
Part one of the lawsuit was with the nice neighbor stating that their propane tank was too close to their (nice neighbors house, not mr.H’s) and could blow up and kill people in that house. WTF? (this nice couple were nice, but incredibly dense. They actually ACTUALLY took out a second mortgage to fight this lawsuit. Anyone with a brain in their head knew it would be thrown out.No amount of reasoning from us could persuade them not to go overboard with the lawyer/legal crap.)
Part two was with us and equally stupid: He had been mowing the grass on the side of the private drive that gives him access to his house ( and now 7 other houses) for over 20 years. When hubby and his dad bought their 10 acres, the surveyor restaked the property for 2.5 acre allotments. Large metal stakes were put in legally along side the easement and spray painted orange to show where the property lines are. (And to find when the weeds/grass is really high)
Mr. H constantly pulled these stakes out and threw them aside so he could mow. It’s a bitch to put them back in their proper spot, to say the least and who want to pay to have the area resurveyed? Mr. H contsantly said they were on HIS property. Hubby, who has the patience of 10 saints would nicely tell Mr. H not to remove the stakes because it showed where the property lines were.And then show him the blueprint thing FROM THE CITY stating that YES, the property up to X was ours and ours alone. Mr. H constantly said it was his property by virtue that he had mowed the grass for over twenty years.
My father in law, who prior to his accident worked in construction and is use to dealing with knuckleheads like Mr. H, just looked at this nutjob from his handicap van one day, “You pay the taxes on this section, and you can do what ever you want with the stakes.” (Mr. H said something to the effect that " you’re a cripple, what do you know?" Very nice So much for thinking we had a nice old Jimmy STewart guy living down the road.)
It ended in court. The GM lawyer and our friend, a lawyer both knew they were wasting their time and Mr. H refused to back down on his lawsuit. The GM lawyer told him the judge was going to throw it out. The GM lawyer was the top gun at GM legal ( because he files so many frivolous suits (several against his own kids, she told us on the hush hush), they figured they better send in the big who-ha because he says all they give him are lackeys and it just gets mucked up with him citing poor legal or whatever the phrase is.) Mr. H refused and the judge threw it out.
He hasn’t mowed the easement in 5 years and I’ve always entertained the idea to put gloves on the metal stakes with the middle finger up and the rest taped down to say
" Hi" to him as he drives to collect his mail every day.
Mr. H, btw, has purchased, but I don’t know if he’s ever installed them yet, several huge rolls of cable ( like the phone companies use) so he can (get this) cable his house to the ground when the polar ice caps melt and his house won’t float away.
We haven’t spoken to him since the summer we moved in and we don’t wave to him he drives by. (Talk about the cut direct.) No one does. His wife must be equally physcotic, thou no one has ever met her or seen her except her profile as they drive by in their 1975 GM Crapomatic mobile. (And he has a mean dog.)