Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with new neighbors who don't follow the neighborhood rules. I realize these are not posted rules just common sense rules. Apparently these new neighbors have no common sense.
The first thing they did was install a flood light in their backyard that is adjacent to my backyard. It's not an ordinary flood light it technically belongs on an airport runway. Huge and bright are words I would use to describe the light. This airport light shines directly into my bedroom. I cannot sleep with the blinds open and enjoy the wonderful gulf breeze due to this new airport light installation.
I have thoughts of getting out my B.B. gun. But I wouldn't want to miss the airport floodlight that now keeps me up all night and hit their dog instead. Lets see, if I hit the dog there will be no more barking 24/7. And if I ignore the flood light I may be able to get some sleep. When my dog barks I bring him inside so he does not disturb the neighborhood. He normally only barks for a reason.
Two strikes and these new neighbors are off to a bad start in my book of neighborly etiquette.
Neighborly,
Mr. Pid
Showing posts with label neighbors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neighbors. Show all posts
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with neighbors who have insomnia. When one lives in a neighborhood where they can really reach out and touch their neighbors house they need to show a little respect.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - but what happens in the neighborhood can be heard around the cul-de-sac. So if in fact you are farting out on your deck -I can hear you. So can all the other neighbors.
At precisely 3am I am woken from a sound sleep by metal clanging? It was much louder than that fart. Neighbor to the East has decided to take down his tent thing in his back yard. His backyard is right next to my OPEN bedroom door. WHY? at 3 am in the morning does he have the need to take this structure down. And to be so dam noisy about it.
Does anyone else find this disrupting? I turn on my outside light - to let him know. He appears to be clueless and he clangs the metal poles louder. I think I'm going to buy me one of those bull horns. I'm sorta wishing I had b-b's for my gun. That's a bad thought. Perhaps he will want to sleep in this morning and I will have the need to play really loud music right by his bedroom window.
Why are people so insensitive, selfish and plain stupid? And why do I live surrounded by them?
Tiredly,
Mr. Pid
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - but what happens in the neighborhood can be heard around the cul-de-sac. So if in fact you are farting out on your deck -I can hear you. So can all the other neighbors.
At precisely 3am I am woken from a sound sleep by metal clanging? It was much louder than that fart. Neighbor to the East has decided to take down his tent thing in his back yard. His backyard is right next to my OPEN bedroom door. WHY? at 3 am in the morning does he have the need to take this structure down. And to be so dam noisy about it.
Does anyone else find this disrupting? I turn on my outside light - to let him know. He appears to be clueless and he clangs the metal poles louder. I think I'm going to buy me one of those bull horns. I'm sorta wishing I had b-b's for my gun. That's a bad thought. Perhaps he will want to sleep in this morning and I will have the need to play really loud music right by his bedroom window.
Why are people so insensitive, selfish and plain stupid? And why do I live surrounded by them?
Tiredly,
Mr. Pid
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with yet another neighbor. This one lives behind me cattycorner (kittycorner-whatever). The other day on my return from work I hear loud screams. They seemed to be coming from my backyard. Scary thought- fenced yard - large mean dog patrolling the property. I rush out back and see nothing. The big bad mean dog is asleep on duty. He doesn't even get up to greet me. I hear silence.
I go inside and begin to remove the work clothes. Not a nice picture but here goes - half necked the screams begin again. Terror rushes through me. Has someone spied me in this half-dressed or undressed mode? That may cause screams like that! I run outside - yep, still half necked and listen. The wailing grows louder. I return inside to make myself presentable to the world.
I slip outside toward the back rear quadrant of my domain and listen. I have the cell phone in case I need to call 911. It seems the neighbors are having some type of dispute. What to do? Ignore it and listen for gunshots? I creep closer to the fence and the large tree to get a better view. The big bad dog-not-on-duty today lumbers over and sniffs my bare leg.
I listen to their heated argument which is - the kid didn't wash the dishes. Okay! The tirade continues and I go inside shut the door and go on with my life. Big bad dog follows me inside for his treat. Yeah, like he deserves a treat.
That very night is trash night. Actually not that night but trash pick-up in my neighborhood occurs at 2AM in the morning. Bright and early the next morning the trash has been picked up and the plastic trash cans are throw here and there. Rarely are they set back upon the curb in an orderly manner. Why? I think the trash haulers have a deal with trash can manufactures. See how many you can destroy today. Sell,sell, sell. The trash collectors probably get a kickback for every new trash can purchased.
So it's bright and early and the big bad watch dog needs his morning walk. Within minutes of the walk he decides to make the dump. Phew!!! It's big and stinky. It almost fills my plastic bag. YES, I always clean up after my pet - well most of the time.
So here I stand with this huge, smelly bag of - you know what and the walk has only just begun. I have 6 more blocks to go. I walk by the cattycorner (kittycorner) neighbors house. They don't own a truck with a big back bumper. There right in front of my eyes sits there lonely and empty trash can - right side up. I believe this is the first time I have seen a trash can replaced in an upright position in the driveway. Amazing!!!!!
I walk by and slip my bag of you know what into their upright empty trash can. Garbage pick-up isn't for 5 more days. Should be quite stinky by then.
Neighborly.
Mr. Pid
I go inside and begin to remove the work clothes. Not a nice picture but here goes - half necked the screams begin again. Terror rushes through me. Has someone spied me in this half-dressed or undressed mode? That may cause screams like that! I run outside - yep, still half necked and listen. The wailing grows louder. I return inside to make myself presentable to the world.
I slip outside toward the back rear quadrant of my domain and listen. I have the cell phone in case I need to call 911. It seems the neighbors are having some type of dispute. What to do? Ignore it and listen for gunshots? I creep closer to the fence and the large tree to get a better view. The big bad dog-not-on-duty today lumbers over and sniffs my bare leg.
I listen to their heated argument which is - the kid didn't wash the dishes. Okay! The tirade continues and I go inside shut the door and go on with my life. Big bad dog follows me inside for his treat. Yeah, like he deserves a treat.
That very night is trash night. Actually not that night but trash pick-up in my neighborhood occurs at 2AM in the morning. Bright and early the next morning the trash has been picked up and the plastic trash cans are throw here and there. Rarely are they set back upon the curb in an orderly manner. Why? I think the trash haulers have a deal with trash can manufactures. See how many you can destroy today. Sell,sell, sell. The trash collectors probably get a kickback for every new trash can purchased.
So it's bright and early and the big bad watch dog needs his morning walk. Within minutes of the walk he decides to make the dump. Phew!!! It's big and stinky. It almost fills my plastic bag. YES, I always clean up after my pet - well most of the time.
So here I stand with this huge, smelly bag of - you know what and the walk has only just begun. I have 6 more blocks to go. I walk by the cattycorner (kittycorner) neighbors house. They don't own a truck with a big back bumper. There right in front of my eyes sits there lonely and empty trash can - right side up. I believe this is the first time I have seen a trash can replaced in an upright position in the driveway. Amazing!!!!!
I walk by and slip my bag of you know what into their upright empty trash can. Garbage pick-up isn't for 5 more days. Should be quite stinky by then.
Neighborly.
Mr. Pid
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Daily Gripe
Hello, my name is Stu. Today my gripe is with my neighbor. The one 6 house around the bend from mine. That is quite a distance but still you annoy me. You sit in your garage (please sound-proof it) and bang on your drums during the week and on weekends. It's true you don't bang after quiet time but give us a break. You're not even good at banging those drums. If you're a musician or wannabe musician - rent a studio - far from my ears.
I'm 6 houses away what can your next door neighbors think? Do they even speak to you? Do you wear earplugs whilst banging away on those silly drums? How does your spouse feel about this unsettling - shattering commotion that you possibly call music? She probably has lots of shoes from all that shoe shopping she must do to stay out of the house. Have pity on the rest of us. Give it a break. You're not going anywhere.
You expertise could be used in torturing captives - much better than the 'waterboarding' that we presently use on them. I have this urge to type a nice (somewhat nice) letter and sneak up to your door (in the dark of the night) and tape it to your front door. Your banging SUCKS. You got NO rhythm sweetie. I suggest a new hobby- playing checkers.
Soundlessly,
Mr. Pid
I'm 6 houses away what can your next door neighbors think? Do they even speak to you? Do you wear earplugs whilst banging away on those silly drums? How does your spouse feel about this unsettling - shattering commotion that you possibly call music? She probably has lots of shoes from all that shoe shopping she must do to stay out of the house. Have pity on the rest of us. Give it a break. You're not going anywhere.
You expertise could be used in torturing captives - much better than the 'waterboarding' that we presently use on them. I have this urge to type a nice (somewhat nice) letter and sneak up to your door (in the dark of the night) and tape it to your front door. Your banging SUCKS. You got NO rhythm sweetie. I suggest a new hobby- playing checkers.
Soundlessly,
Mr. Pid
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