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Yarn, yarn, yarn, yarn, yarn....
Sigh. I think I may only take a B in my American Politics class.... Too bad he didn't give us papers. I'd feel I was earning something, then. But five exams, with one dropped? Arrr. Not easy exams, but he's boring!
In other news, the new neighbor next store is a drunken idiot.
Actually, I'd known she was PARANOID.... I come home every night about 12:30.... Without fail, she ALWAYS turns on her porchlight and peers suspiciously out at me.
Um, sweetie? If I were trying to rob you, I'd be more subtle. Say, y'know, knocking in a back window, or something. I wouldn't park a car with a loud engine, then mutter and grumble to myself as I get out and pull out the Backpack of Doom.
So, this morning, she hit the rum bottle a little too hard. Came over and accosted my sister at the front door (er, banged on the door, then harrangued her) about the fact that she saw a rat on her back porch.
For some reason, this rat HAS to be our fault, and my dad is a man with a heart of gold, but he has to stop feeding the pigeons.
Yeah, that was my reaction, too.
There have been rats in the three back yards (ours being in the middle) before. But they dumped poison down the holes, and there haven't been sightings (I'd never seen one, anyway) for over two years.
If the bitch has rats, she needs to take it up with the people who lived in her house before. THEY had dogs, and the dogs were in the back yard. And they pooped... Yes, rats eat dog poop.
Somehow, I don't think rats in HER yard have anything to do with dad feeding the pigeons. For one thing, he feeds them way out by the cars, which is far from the porches.
However, my sister was calm, and stood there being yelled at for something like ten minutes before the drunken idiot left.
It didn't end there. She went and talked to our landlord, who called and wants dad to call him when he gets home. After I hung up, I realised that I should have pointed out to Jim that Dad gets off work at 2 am, and probably won't be home until 3... Y'know, he's out there working to support his family and stuff.
Somehow, I doubt Jim wants a call at 3am.
This saga did not end there.
Nope.
I had to run out to my car (parked in front) to get my VB book. And she was standing on her sidewalk area, yelling and screaming at the neighborhood in general.
"This ends now! Blah! Blah! Blah!" etc, etc.
I, like the smart person I am, ignored her in favour of grabbing my book.
She was still going as I got back inside.
I'm highly tempted to call the police and report her for being drunken and disorderly. Even though she's on her own (rented) property.
Must look into it, see if it's possible.
Because she pissed me off.
Hah. I'm so wonderfully petty.
In other news, the new neighbor next store is a drunken idiot.
Actually, I'd known she was PARANOID.... I come home every night about 12:30.... Without fail, she ALWAYS turns on her porchlight and peers suspiciously out at me.
Um, sweetie? If I were trying to rob you, I'd be more subtle. Say, y'know, knocking in a back window, or something. I wouldn't park a car with a loud engine, then mutter and grumble to myself as I get out and pull out the Backpack of Doom.
So, this morning, she hit the rum bottle a little too hard. Came over and accosted my sister at the front door (er, banged on the door, then harrangued her) about the fact that she saw a rat on her back porch.
For some reason, this rat HAS to be our fault, and my dad is a man with a heart of gold, but he has to stop feeding the pigeons.
Yeah, that was my reaction, too.
There have been rats in the three back yards (ours being in the middle) before. But they dumped poison down the holes, and there haven't been sightings (I'd never seen one, anyway) for over two years.
If the bitch has rats, she needs to take it up with the people who lived in her house before. THEY had dogs, and the dogs were in the back yard. And they pooped... Yes, rats eat dog poop.
Somehow, I don't think rats in HER yard have anything to do with dad feeding the pigeons. For one thing, he feeds them way out by the cars, which is far from the porches.
However, my sister was calm, and stood there being yelled at for something like ten minutes before the drunken idiot left.
It didn't end there. She went and talked to our landlord, who called and wants dad to call him when he gets home. After I hung up, I realised that I should have pointed out to Jim that Dad gets off work at 2 am, and probably won't be home until 3... Y'know, he's out there working to support his family and stuff.
Somehow, I doubt Jim wants a call at 3am.
This saga did not end there.
Nope.
I had to run out to my car (parked in front) to get my VB book. And she was standing on her sidewalk area, yelling and screaming at the neighborhood in general.
"This ends now! Blah! Blah! Blah!" etc, etc.
I, like the smart person I am, ignored her in favour of grabbing my book.
She was still going as I got back inside.
I'm highly tempted to call the police and report her for being drunken and disorderly. Even though she's on her own (rented) property.
Must look into it, see if it's possible.
Because she pissed me off.
Hah. I'm so wonderfully petty.
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Disturbing the peace, however...
HTH. :-)
Me? I live in New York. I've learned to ignore people like that...