Yeah, my spidey-sense is sounding the klaxon horn. Especially where **Stoid **described him as kind of shy. I don’t know why - that hit me as exactly what they’ll say about him after his shooting rampage.
Hopefully, she won’t loan him the gun.
I had a neighborhood guy I thought I was helping out by paying him to mow my yard. Another neighbor I trusted had brought him over, that neighbor fixed lawn mowers so they were letting him use the mower. His rate was cheap and I usually threw in an extra $5 or $10. I was helping someone out and getting something done that I needed done, it seemed a win-win. But he kept asking for stuff I had in my garage in payment for services, a bike I had and a weedtrimmer. I declined because I had a use for those things. Then one day I saw him walking out of my backyard. It creeped me out but I thought maybe he was just checking to see if I needed it mowed.
Then my house was broken into, all that was taken was small things - jewelry. It was mostly costume stuff but I had two rings from my grandmothers that were priceless to me. The person broke in through a window and left through the garage. It was like they knew the way, he’d never been in my house but he had seen my garage. I also had an alarm system, the windows weren’t wired but the door was and would only go off as he was leaving (it didn’t because I could no longer afford monitoring and it was off but I never shared that info). So yes, he was the first person I suspected. The police questioned others in the neighborhood, turns out he was a crack addict and burgled several people who had let him mow their yards, including the guy who introduced him to me.
I got some of the crappy jewelry back but never saw my grandmother’s rings again, he traded them for crack so they were probably melted down and sold for the gold. I was heartbroken over the loss of these sentimental items and I was afraid to leave my home for a long time. I live close to work and I would often take a break and come home to check my house and I got a dog. He took things from me besides materials things. I have never trusted another person in the neighborhood who has come by asking if I want their yard services. I would sooner hire someone outside the neighborhood, sure they could still be a crook but at least they don’t live around here and have the time to stalk me and know when I am home or not. This thread just confirms my suspicions.
I can appreciate the desire for cheaper lawn services but sometimes you end up paying more in the long run.
I wish to the nth power that you would rethink this. Please read and commit to memory the previous posts by Wile E, bup, Sarahfeena. I’ve been around a jillion freaks like this. He’s a druggie, and cannot, as pointed out above, control his interactions. Do you think his hem-hawing was because he was shy? Maybe he was shy the first 500 times he used that schtick (no pun intended), but now, it’s 2nd nature with him to use it with mature babes. When you don’t fall down and fellate him, and you start to actually ask where is the work that you paid him for, or don’t keep up the cash flow, I sense bad things. Even if he does the work, and you keep forking over the cash, he’s still a retard lunatic druggie with more strength than you.
BTW, he doesn’t see you as a friend. He sees you as a sex treat, and a money/drug machine.
Yeah, I can see that. But as it happens, that is my personal style, judged or not. I have no secrets, I have no issues with privacy, I’ll talk about anything with anyone. I’d rather go deep than waste time with shallow pleasantries.
<shrug>
Honestly, you are blowing this so out of proportion! A couple of .25mg xanax, once, and a grand total of $3.50 over 6 months and I’m a money/drug machine? Calm down! Again, appreciate the concern, but really… it’s ok!
Handsome Harry is of course totally right. People don’t ask strangers for xanax. To think that’s normal is insane.
I would just like to third this. That’s fucking crazy and certainly not normal behavior. Perhaps you have a lot of druggy friends, but it is definitely not normal to bum some Xanax off of someone.
Yeah, you know what? After Elizabeth Smart, I don’t hire random dudes to work at my house anymore. Be safe.
Apparently I need to find some middle-aged friends to get me some free benzos.
Thanks for the tip!
This thread just makes me roll my eyes even harder over the few people I encounter that rail on about how even in this economy you can always make money and only the lazy have no jobs. After all, you can just walk down the street and offer yard services!
Yeah, and the world’s bursting with hitchhikers getting rides. :rolleyes:
There’s a reason very few people pay random strangers for yard work.
PS, Stoid, I don’t think the few bucks you’re saving is worth it. I’m not convinced he’s a serial killer druggie but he’s not all in one spot either.
By the time he asked for Xanax we were not strangers.
You haven’t seen the yard… I’d be stunned if anyone else bid anything less than $300. Not in my budget… And I really want to get it cleaned up so that I can have a garage sale in my backyard. I have so much stuff that trying to get it set up first thing in the morning is completely impossible (Here in LA we have professionals who are out at 6 AM scrounging through the boxes as you bring them out…)… It has to be set up well in advance, which means the backyard. And the backyard is way too much of a mess now. I really need him. But I live with two other men and three dogs, so I am really not concerned that he would try to do anything.
Please believe me: he’s not a rapist, and he does not have the massive hots for me… (No one on earth could possibly have the massive hots for me. Unless they had some really twisted fetishes, which I’m sure he does not have.) He was just hoping I’d be easy, And if he had been less vulgar and slightly more reliable, I might have been. Oh well…
Totally normal in my world, always has been.
And I think even the Los Angeles police know it: a very old friend of mine finally succeeded at committing suicide in 2007. I got a hysterical phone call from our mutual best friend and his wife, also a dear friend, both of whom at his house Before I flew out the door I gathered up what remained of my deceased epileptic dogs’ Valium syringes…(liquid valium to squirt up the butt to stop a seizure) Which look pretty much like any other kind of syringe, only these were all loaded up. This is the only tranquilizers I had in the house at the time, and I figured my hysterically grieving friends might need some. When I arrived my dead friends house, 2 cops greeted me as I pulled up, very happy to see me: as I thought, my friends were total wrecks. I stepped out of my car and my purse hit the ground…the syringes went everywhere… God love those cops: they both just turned their backs and let me gather them up, never saying a word.
Did he ever finish the gate?
If you are going to insist on doing business with him, please tell me that you won’t pay him until the job is finished. Pretty please?
:eek: You brought human beings tranquilizer syringes that were prescribed for a DOG?! Oh. my. lord.
Yeah?
Never mind.
Stoid, don’t ever change. As if you would. You’re prefect just the way you are.
No, the best part is that these syringes are meant to be administered anally. Yeah, of course they’re valium for dogs. To be shoved up your grieving friends’ assholes. To, you know, comfort them.
Someone, please yell “Cut! That’s a wrap! Good job, everyone.”
Seconded.
“Cut! That’s a wrap! Good job, everyone.” 