Infamy

The fucking bitch on the first floor just declared war on us.

We took Sadie down the front stairs to the lawn to play in the snow, take some pictures, and improve on the shoveling that I believe was done by the girl on the third floor.  I joked that they imported Evan, because it was the one shovel width deal.

When we tried to go back in, the bitch had locked the outer door.

If I’d not had my keys, we’d have been locked out of the apartment, since we left our front door unlocked, but not the back.

She. Locked. Us. Out.

We were never off the front lawn.  There was no chance anyone could come in and steal their discarded furniture they keep in the front hall.  Bad enough we have to get deliveries to the back door.  Which yesterday resulted in the UPS guy dropping the box with my camera on the steps in the snow, rather than inside the door, which we’d never have known if a kid next door hadn’t alerted us.

There is no reason we can’t use the front door to go out there to, you know, the front of the house.  She just sent us to a whole new level of pissed off.

1. are they senile? did they not see you?
   just make sure you always keep it unlocked.
   or just remove the lock.

   Posted by  on  12/10  at  02:20 PM

2. Oh, no, I’m sure she saw us.  I’m not sure you’re off about the senile thing, though.  She acts like a screw has worked its way loose.  I doubt even the nastiest person would have done that without a word unless there’s something misfiring upstairs.

   Posted by Deb  on  12/10  at  02:35 PM

3. Damn, why do I have to be a hundred miles or so away? This sounds so popcorn-worthy…

   BTW, completely unrelated: the sugar in the gas tank is a crock. What really messes them up is bleach. (Courtesy Mythbusters)

   J.

   Posted by Jay Tea  on  12/10  at  02:43 PM

4. And I thought I had it bad back at the Old Manse. All that happened to me was that I lost my parking space when the upstairs neighbors bought a third vehicle (for two of them) and decided that gave them rights to my parking spot. They raised such a stink when I tried to get ‘em to back off that even the landlords gave in.

   On a side note, I could always give “Three Fingers” a call. He’s very good at settling such disputes as long as you don’t ask too many questions.

   Posted by DCE  on  12/11  at  12:06 PM

5. Make a list.  Keep a journal of everytime the bitch steps on your rights, no matter how small.  Times and dates of when your packages aren’t delivered properly, smoke in the house, general nuisance, and locking you out.

   When you’re pissed enough, take it to the landlord.

   Just because she has lived there longer than I’ve been alive doesn’t give her the right to shit all over you.

   Posted by caltechgirl  on  12/11  at  03:00 PM

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