Sunday, July 19, 2009

The People Across the Street: The Dumbasses

I HATE the people across the street. I wish rude and stupid* was illegal instead of just intensely annoying.

My house is (intentionally) far enough from the center of town that there are driveways and garages; not many park on the street. Until the Dumbasses moved in with their four people and five cars. A garage, double driveway, and two spaces in front of their house cannot seem to contain them.

After their surprise to learn I considered it rude that the Mr. decided his nightly parking space should be smack-dab-center in front of my house in the middle of my two and a half spaces, even when there were absolutely no cars parked at their house, they did cease parking here.

But they're sliding back into their careless, haphazard parking habits. For the second weekend in a row, their driveway is empty but one of their vehicles is abandoned directly in front of my house. I effin' do not want to look at it. If I wanted to look at cars, I'd buy a house beside a used car lot.

I seethe with rage. I spend 37.5 hours a week with no control over my life, and then come home to find a further lack of control over my surroundings. I HATE it. I hate that it turns me, generally a pacifistic person, into someone who wants to slash tires.

A year or so ago there was a FOR SALE sign on their house; a SOLD sign went up almost immediately! My heart rejoiced. But I was being toyed with. They're still here.

Realistically I know there could be much worse neighbors. But I still hate them.

*For ages they evidently didn't realize there was enough space for TWO cars in front of their house, and they still have not grasped the fact that their driveway is wide enough for two cars.
*How can you be unaware of the unspoken etiquette that you use your own parking areas before you overflow to others?
*Their house is the view I have from here at my computer. They ARE good for a laugh: almost every time I see them leave as a group, one or two minutes later they return for something forgotten.
*These are the people whose outdoor Christmas lights I commented on enjoying -- in February.

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