06 grudnia 2005
That's Just Silly
So, the garbage men came early yesterday. Since they came early, I had a chance to go out to get my can. Three units in my condominium complex put their cans out at the same place. Usually, I can't get the can until much later, so mine is the only one left.
All three cans are the same. Big, green plastic bins with some gang tag scrawled on them in silver pen. I looked at all three and realized that they all looked about the same, and I grabbed one.
Five minutes later, I heard the can being dragged out of my yard. By the time I got outside, it was gone. But, a can appeared behind my neighbor's unit. There were still two cans by the curb.
I used my keen deductive skills to come to the conclusion that it must have been her. I mean, the other possibility is that a gang of Serbian immigrants saw the can and moved it into her yard just to spite me because they saw me wear a Croatia jersey once.
I called Todd when I got to work. He said that apparently one can has a crack in the lid, and that is supposed to be ours. I didn't even notice. I can see why she would want to take her can back. If people saw that the lid had a little crack in it, people would start talking.
She seems to not like me, even though she pretends to. I don't know exactly what I did to the woman. If I were a hard partier that played bad music at odd hours, I'd understand. But, I've been a decent neighbor. Maybe it's my age, I don't know. Every little thing I do, I hear about it. She gets mad about my yard not being as nice as hers, but forgets that I have work and school, which means gardening is a rather low priority. She doesn't like where friends park their cars, but hers park in front of my unit on a weekly basis. I leave my porch light on, it's a problem, but she can leave her spotlight on anytime she likes. She took my welcome mats once.
She got mad about my Nina Trasoff sign (she liked Steve Farley). She even at one point implied that my roommate may be a meth addict and I didn't know it. Yeah, I wouldn't know that one.
I have a feeling it is more because of my age. Besides Todd and I, there is only one other person in the complex that is under fifty. Well, I can't do anything about my age besides waiting. She has to know that my relative youth is not my fault.

Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.
All three cans are the same. Big, green plastic bins with some gang tag scrawled on them in silver pen. I looked at all three and realized that they all looked about the same, and I grabbed one.
Five minutes later, I heard the can being dragged out of my yard. By the time I got outside, it was gone. But, a can appeared behind my neighbor's unit. There were still two cans by the curb.
I used my keen deductive skills to come to the conclusion that it must have been her. I mean, the other possibility is that a gang of Serbian immigrants saw the can and moved it into her yard just to spite me because they saw me wear a Croatia jersey once.
I called Todd when I got to work. He said that apparently one can has a crack in the lid, and that is supposed to be ours. I didn't even notice. I can see why she would want to take her can back. If people saw that the lid had a little crack in it, people would start talking.
She seems to not like me, even though she pretends to. I don't know exactly what I did to the woman. If I were a hard partier that played bad music at odd hours, I'd understand. But, I've been a decent neighbor. Maybe it's my age, I don't know. Every little thing I do, I hear about it. She gets mad about my yard not being as nice as hers, but forgets that I have work and school, which means gardening is a rather low priority. She doesn't like where friends park their cars, but hers park in front of my unit on a weekly basis. I leave my porch light on, it's a problem, but she can leave her spotlight on anytime she likes. She took my welcome mats once.
She got mad about my Nina Trasoff sign (she liked Steve Farley). She even at one point implied that my roommate may be a meth addict and I didn't know it. Yeah, I wouldn't know that one.
I have a feeling it is more because of my age. Besides Todd and I, there is only one other person in the complex that is under fifty. Well, I can't do anything about my age besides waiting. She has to know that my relative youth is not my fault.

Hasta la proxima. Do zobaczenia.
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I was going to say something but it was mean and the guy probably already knows how lame he is.
Bake her some oatmeal cookies. That might sweeten her up.
Bake her some oatmeal cookies. That might sweeten her up.
I vote for a BBQ at Ted's. I will even bring over Todd's old Nitzer Ebb Albums. "Because Sharing is Half the Battle" ... or something like that.
I don't know, Ted. She could be a member of Hells Grannies. Does she wear a bonnet with large flowers and carry a cane, largish black purse or umbrella? Watch your shins, young man!
Speaking of age, at least your neighbor doesn't have teenagers (and friends) that like to test how fast and how often occupants can make it downstairs to turn their circuit breaker back on.
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Speaking of age, at least your neighbor doesn't have teenagers (and friends) that like to test how fast and how often occupants can make it downstairs to turn their circuit breaker back on.
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