They left firearms and ammo in the house??? Um, I’m pretty sure that would be illegal in New York.
mischievous
He didn’t leave them, the basement was empty when we took possession (well, empty of personal items). They were there during the final walkthrough. The guns were in their boxes but there were bullets. . . about.
Dear neighbor:
I’m sorry you got water in your basement when it rained last week. But blaming our new gutters isn’t really the answer, especially since your downspout is next to ours. I don’t think the water that comes down our downspout is one color and the water from yours is another. Moving our downspout won’t make one bit of difference if your basement is leaking, but if you’re willing to pay for it, we’ll do it if it’ll make you happy.
Better yet, why don’t you ask your landlord to fix the leak in the basement. This will solve the whole problem, I promise.
Robin
O.K., there are 2 left-turn lanes. You are in the inside lane, and there is ANOTHER CAR in the lane immediately to your right, which is ALSO A LEFT TURN LANE. You cannot start your turn in the inside lane and finish your turn in the outside lane. The laws of physics have not been repealed. Two objects cannot occupy the same space simultaneously. What exactly is hard to understand about this? You are wrong - plain and simple. You made a mistake. So first of all, when I honk my horn at you, do not continue on your incorrect trajectory. Think of that honking horn sound you hear as a big clue-stick that is hitting you over the head. It means you are doing something you shouldn’t be doing, and you need to fix it. AND, you are not entitled to get all bent out of shape, follow me for several block until I make another turn and you are sure it’s “safe” and then honk your horn at me.
The house probably got the way it is because they were in financial trouble (some people just don’t give a shit about taking care of something if they know they are going to lose it) and of course a divorce just makes everything worse. We had a smiliar thing happen to the house behind us in our old neighborhood - dude there was a cop too. They fought all the time and eventually did divorce - and when a pipe broke in the upstairs bathroom, ruining it and the room below it, they didn’t bother to get it fixed and ended up defaulting on their mortgage. It took a long time before someone else was willing to buy that house, even cheap.
I just read a very sad story on the Business Week site about the kinds of messes that people defaulting on their mortgages leave behind - some folks even abandon animals to starve. :mad: 
This may work on your printer, but mine is special. It now won’t print anything and paper won’t feed.
I’m wondering if maybe shoving my cat in there might make things all better.
I’d pay you a dollar to see this. 
Heck, get enough dopers together, and perhaps you can buy a new printer from the proceeds!
Preach it! These jokers really need to have their butts kicked every time someone sees them do this. You have picked your lane, now stay in it!
This isn’t a rant, per se, but to that guy at the local Circle-K who counts out (for example) your 9.14 change on an .86 soda by saying, every time “That’s nine-hundred and fourteen dollars, yuck-yuck”…
Dude, you’re a fucking dork. Can you please stop it?
This is as good a place as any to wonder: What percentage of basic contractor personnel DON’T have some kind of attitude problem? Of course, I can only speak from personal experience:
We recently had some flood damage repaired. I had to tell the owner to send his crew back FIVE times to get the interior painting/base boarding right (they seemed to prefer working when we weren’t around). The people who did the exterior paint showed up whenever they felt like it, and left a huge mess. Where I work, we asked to have some shrubbery cut back, and they hacked one plant to within an inch of it’s life, and ignored another plant entirely. I was walking down the street the other day and a local landscaping dude* made a point of pointing his leaf blower in my direction as I passed by.
*I must say that most leaf-blower dudes make a point of turning the thing down or pointing it away, but this guy had some kind of chip on his shoulder.
For you two dudes, and others, do what I do- make sure your main CC is a bank with a local branch. Then, drive/walk/pogo over there and pay it, and get a reciept. Heh, heh, heh.
Not that that’s a guarantee that you won’t be hassled. We’ve got a car note through a bank that has local branches. We make the payments there and get a receipt. Two days later, we’ll get a call that that month’s payment is late.
Stuff like that is only great if the different branches talk to each other. Otherwise, the cost savings is eaten up in time spent proving you paid your bill.
Robin
In Detroit, this would be in the Welcome Wagon’s Basket of goodies.
FTR, my printer is still not working. The little orange light is flashing me. I’m thinking of getting a retraining order.
The cost of gas is over $3 here ( Michigan) and I am 7 miles from the nearest local branch of my bank or any bank. On a 14 mile per gallon tank vehicle. I don’t want to wait in line and deal with the irrate menopausal clerks who hate everyone, is worth the service fee.
I haven’t been inside a bank in years and plan to keep it that way.
To those websites that show a tiny, grainy picture of the merchandise I’m considering buying, with a caption Click to Enlarge. I click and a big window opens up, but the picture is just as tiny and grainy as it was on the main page, but now it’s in a big empty window which actually makes it look smaller than it does on the main page.
Pigfuckers.
To the raccoon that has taken up residence in my garden shed:
You may not have noticed that I have a big pit bull/mastiff mix. Until last night, that is: you probably noticed then when he was barking furiously at you. And again this morning, when he was nearly beside himself and I had to pull him back into the house again.
I know you are tough and I know you are smart. I have the utmost respect for you and your kind. I have seen you in action and I always give you lots and lots of space.
Now tell me. Are you tough and smart enough to take on a 70 lb pit bull? Really? I ask because although normally he is a lover and not a fighter, he really was built to tear other quadrupeds to pieces. I have never seen him so much as bark at another animal but he sure goes crazy when he catches a whiff of you.
I have no interest in seeing how a battle between a pit bull/mastiff and a tough city raccoon will work out. I am sure neither of you will be much better off. Nor do I want to have to clean out my shed and stare you down myself (although I’m sure my mighty pooch will be by my side when I do it - and I don’t much want to see that encounter either.)
You’ve been there a few days now. Please leave. The dog is safely locked in his crate, now is the perfect time for you to slip out and make your home elsewhere. Nobody wants any trouble. If it helps, you can even tell your little raccooney friends that you took beat him up and decided to leave of your own accord. I’ll back up your story if you want. Just move along. Please.
Yeah, these people annoy the fuck out of me. Even more annoying are the people who can’t stay in their own lane when going straight across an intersection.
I was at a red light yesterday, in the right-hand lane of a two-lane road. We had two lanes on our side of the traffic light, and there were two lanes on the other side of the traffic light. Pretty simple, right? If you’re in the left lane over here, then you aim for the left lane over there. If you’re in the right lane here, then aim for the right lane over there.
Not so simple, apparently. As we get near the middle of the (fairly large) intersection, i notice that my lane was getting smaller. Actually, it just seemedto be getting smaller, because the large red Volvo station wagon was slowly and inexorably drifting over from the left lane to the right. Another few feet of drift and we would, indeed, have been trying to occupy the same space. I leant on the horn, and the woman driving the Volvo jammed her brakes on, stopping dead in the middle of the intersection, and looked around in confusion.
She wasn’t driving aggressively; she just had no idea that there was anything wrong with drifting between lanes in the intersection. I swear, i often think that oblivious and inattentive drivers are more dangerous than aggressive ones. At least aggressive drivers tend to have a sense of what’s going on around them.
Isn’t this the sort of thing you should be looking for before you buy the house?
God damned mother-fucking cat!!
I know things have been rough this week. One of our cats has passed on. We’ve been having thunderstorms and road construction on our street. Did you really need to freak out, jump into bed and land your back foot into my fucking eye!!! You’re claws are getting trimmed tonight! Whether you like it or NOT.
Ward Churchill
This is sour fucking grapes from me, but will you just go away? Please!
We work for the same University. I’ve gotten sick of all of the shit and decided to leave. You stirred up a bunch of shit, continued to do so, and now you want to stay? What the fuck are you thinking?
Oh sure, if I was smart and beautiful and rich. But I was a poor dumb fuck in a hurry.
We knew it was a fixer-upper when we bought it, we’re just surprised at exactly how much ‘up’ is needed to fix her.
I pit those fuckers at Cal Trans, as well as those Redondo Beach city officials who had a hand in scheduling road work that involves JACK HAMMERS being used between 11:30PM and One O’clock in the freaking morning! And I’m told I’ll have to put up with this for at least 4 more nights.
NO!
I swear I will find out which fucking individuals are responsible for this and bring a goddamn jackhammer to their house in the middle of the fucking night if I have to.
Jesus!