Granny
Gold Member
'Twas a rainy - and I mean RAINY day yesterday ... from the looks of it, maybe more rain today. On the up side, I won't have to up my water bill by watering my plants. I have plenty to do inside ... maybe I'll do some of it, maybe I won't.
So ... maybe I'll just get some petty gossip going on - I'm plum worn out over politics. I've been mulling over my new downstairs neighbors. This is actually a very friendly, social neighborhood ... and they have seemingly made a lot of enemies out of everybody. I don't get it. I stay informed, but basically stay out of the actual fray.
I'm the longest staying resident (10 years) down at my end of our building ... and I've had some good and questionable neighbors (apartment living is sometimes very transient). There's never been a parking problem in all those years. For the last 4 years, I've had great neighbors - we socialize, party together, drink together, smoke together, worry and console each other when life throws a curve, pass meals to each other - which for me has been a wonderful thing while working long hard hours - that my neighbors sometimes bring me a home-cooked meal.
Now we have these new people making trouble. First it was the (on going) Parking Wars. Each unit has one assigned parking slot ... any additional vehicles should be parked in one of the many open spaces across the driveway - it's a narrow one way drive around the circle. At our end of the building there is one handicap place, one open space - and the rest are assigned - and everybody has been very happy with the parking situation and who parks where. Now these new "Badass Redneck Texan" neighbors have decided the ONE open space is their personal parking spot - as soon as that space is empty - they move whichever vehicle out of the assigned space and park it in the open one so nobody else can use it ... leaving their assigned spot open for their other vehicle (it's too far to walk for the mother's 275 pound self to walk across the drive). They're out there at night measuring the distance between vehicles, holding up traffic ... it's a mess! They both have vehicles big enough to kill a buffalo - I have to inch my way out of my parking space because I can't see over, under or around their vehicles - and I have a mid-sized SUV!
After one neighbor (who has always peacefully parked in the open space) defied orders from the new people that she is not to park there ... the new neighbor showed up at the old neighbors' door ... with dinner. God, did they regret that. They thanked the new neighbor, ate the dinner ... and spent the rest of the night - both of them - sitting on the shitter. Good thing these apartments have two full bathrooms, or it would have been a hell of a mess. We can't ACCUSE ... but we THINK ... that "dinner" may have had a good dose of Vissine in it. And so it goes ... we're not supposed to smoke because the new people don't like the smell, I'm not supposed to water my plants ... ahhhh. Like hell! I paid good money for my plants!
OK - I think I'm done.
So ... maybe I'll just get some petty gossip going on - I'm plum worn out over politics. I've been mulling over my new downstairs neighbors. This is actually a very friendly, social neighborhood ... and they have seemingly made a lot of enemies out of everybody. I don't get it. I stay informed, but basically stay out of the actual fray.
I'm the longest staying resident (10 years) down at my end of our building ... and I've had some good and questionable neighbors (apartment living is sometimes very transient). There's never been a parking problem in all those years. For the last 4 years, I've had great neighbors - we socialize, party together, drink together, smoke together, worry and console each other when life throws a curve, pass meals to each other - which for me has been a wonderful thing while working long hard hours - that my neighbors sometimes bring me a home-cooked meal.
Now we have these new people making trouble. First it was the (on going) Parking Wars. Each unit has one assigned parking slot ... any additional vehicles should be parked in one of the many open spaces across the driveway - it's a narrow one way drive around the circle. At our end of the building there is one handicap place, one open space - and the rest are assigned - and everybody has been very happy with the parking situation and who parks where. Now these new "Badass Redneck Texan" neighbors have decided the ONE open space is their personal parking spot - as soon as that space is empty - they move whichever vehicle out of the assigned space and park it in the open one so nobody else can use it ... leaving their assigned spot open for their other vehicle (it's too far to walk for the mother's 275 pound self to walk across the drive). They're out there at night measuring the distance between vehicles, holding up traffic ... it's a mess! They both have vehicles big enough to kill a buffalo - I have to inch my way out of my parking space because I can't see over, under or around their vehicles - and I have a mid-sized SUV!
After one neighbor (who has always peacefully parked in the open space) defied orders from the new people that she is not to park there ... the new neighbor showed up at the old neighbors' door ... with dinner. God, did they regret that. They thanked the new neighbor, ate the dinner ... and spent the rest of the night - both of them - sitting on the shitter. Good thing these apartments have two full bathrooms, or it would have been a hell of a mess. We can't ACCUSE ... but we THINK ... that "dinner" may have had a good dose of Vissine in it. And so it goes ... we're not supposed to smoke because the new people don't like the smell, I'm not supposed to water my plants ... ahhhh. Like hell! I paid good money for my plants!
OK - I think I'm done.
Already had the displeasure some decades back of having a Texan shove a gun in my face. What kind of people do they raise down there?
