Yeah so...my new neighbors aren't being so neighborly.....I knew there had to be some sort of glitch with this new apartment. I mean the landlord is awesome, he keeps up on everything, the aparment is adorable and close to everything, we have a deck, all seemed perfect.
Until I started using the fucking washing machine. My neighbors wife proceeded to complain that it was her washer and that they had only put it in the basement because my landlord's last one had broke and could I ask her permission before I use it. I said "Sure!" with a smile to appease her knowing fully that I would never ask her permission to use something that the landlord had given me a key to get to....
Finally my landlord got a new washer and all was well. Then she started to complain that she had to move her car because she had blocked in one of my friends. Apparently I suppose not only is the laundry room hers but the whole parking lot as well!
After that I got a mailbox.
A mailbox!
Everyday when I would come home from work I would find it kicked over (it rests on her front steps right below their mailbox). I had no idea who had done it so I continued to fix it until one day our windows were all open and my boyfriend heard a loud crash and watched her kick it over.
I marched downstairs and starting screaming how messing with the mail was a federal offense, she didn't know who she was fucking with, yada yada yada...long story short, the next day it was kicked over again.
I called my landlord to explain to him the situation but he didn't seem too pleased and I'm terrified that since this bitch has been living here for over a year now she'll just complain to him about us until he asks us to leave because every so often we have friends over and it infuriates her. She'll bang on the ceiling and everything, I know she'll call the cops eventually.
Oh well, if she does, I'll just show the cops to her MARIJUANA plant outside.
Until I started using the fucking washing machine. My neighbors wife proceeded to complain that it was her washer and that they had only put it in the basement because my landlord's last one had broke and could I ask her permission before I use it. I said "Sure!" with a smile to appease her knowing fully that I would never ask her permission to use something that the landlord had given me a key to get to....
Finally my landlord got a new washer and all was well. Then she started to complain that she had to move her car because she had blocked in one of my friends. Apparently I suppose not only is the laundry room hers but the whole parking lot as well!
After that I got a mailbox.
A mailbox!
Everyday when I would come home from work I would find it kicked over (it rests on her front steps right below their mailbox). I had no idea who had done it so I continued to fix it until one day our windows were all open and my boyfriend heard a loud crash and watched her kick it over.
I marched downstairs and starting screaming how messing with the mail was a federal offense, she didn't know who she was fucking with, yada yada yada...long story short, the next day it was kicked over again.
I called my landlord to explain to him the situation but he didn't seem too pleased and I'm terrified that since this bitch has been living here for over a year now she'll just complain to him about us until he asks us to leave because every so often we have friends over and it infuriates her. She'll bang on the ceiling and everything, I know she'll call the cops eventually.
Oh well, if she does, I'll just show the cops to her MARIJUANA plant outside.
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$500! yikes. hope ya manage it!