I hate my neighbours
Jul. 3rd, 2006 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
norsegirlThat about sums it up. I thought the last neighbours were bad, I didn't think it could get any worse. Oh how wrong I was. So I'm sitting in my poop-scented living room tonight absolutely miserable. It's not my poop, nor is it either of my dogs' poop. It's the evil neighbour dogs'. It wasn't enough that their dog has to try to pee through the fence on my dog, nope, the owners have to shit on my parade too. Their yard is the source of the stink, and in this weather, I HAVE to have the windows open. Even then it is only just bearable temperature-wise. But the stink is making me want to just cook instead.
So tonight I finally decided I'd had enough and marched over to complain. "I don't mean to be a pain, but would you mind cleaning your yard?" I ask. "We did it today" she responds. Now, having spent the better part of the morning standing in my yard talking to Fenrick and a large part of my afternoon weeding and laying sod (yes, I know, something the landlords should do, but for $10 I'm putting in my own grass and getting it over with), I KNOW that is a big fat lie. Not to mention the fact that I can't spot a square inch of yard that isn't covered in poop. I point to the garbage bags stacked by their door "well, could you actually take it to the dumpster, it kind of stinks and I can smell it inside my house" (I'm trying to be sympathetic to the obvious extra effort that walking your dog poop bags 20 yards to the dumpster must be but I have to explain how this is making my life suck). "Half of that is grass from the landlords not cleaning it up" (right, because as a minimum-wage-making yard work guy the first thing on my "what would make my job great today" is the idea of running a lawn mower over what must amount to 50 pounds worth of dog poop, because you know that's going to smell at least as good as fresh cut grass right?). I respond again "yes, but it stinks, and like I said, I can smell it in my house and it is really unpleasant". Now I KNOW those bags have been there for days. I seem to recall smelling this same unpleasant scent on Canada Day, before I got drunk enough to drown it out. Dog poop that has been in plastic bags, marinating in the 30 degree weather in direct sunlight takes on a certain, unique spunk. Not to mention there's something anyone can spot about a bag that's been sitting there at least through one rainstorm, and I think the last one was several weeks ago.
And you know, I wouldn't mind it so much if she'd said something like "oh, geez, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you could smell it" or "I'll see if I can get to it tomorrow". But to lie and then be completely dismissive is just rude beyond words.
I don't make a habit of checking on my neighbour's yard, but if this crap isn't gone by tomorrow at noon I'm calling the landlord. I've had enough of being forced to join my neighbours as they aspire to be white trash. No more shall I look up to Hillbillies as an improvement on my situation - sigh. I really hope this eventually gets them evicted. Though if the trend thusfar is any indication, the next lot might be even worse.
Renting in and of itself isn't so bad. It's the other people that rent that make it suck. I mean yes, I know that technically it isn't my property or my stuff. But isn't there a certain pride, and its counterpart mortifying embarrassment, that make you want to keep your home looking like people might actually want to live there, or at the very least, visit without being afraid to touch the faucets or furniture? Really is it just me?
So tonight I finally decided I'd had enough and marched over to complain. "I don't mean to be a pain, but would you mind cleaning your yard?" I ask. "We did it today" she responds. Now, having spent the better part of the morning standing in my yard talking to Fenrick and a large part of my afternoon weeding and laying sod (yes, I know, something the landlords should do, but for $10 I'm putting in my own grass and getting it over with), I KNOW that is a big fat lie. Not to mention the fact that I can't spot a square inch of yard that isn't covered in poop. I point to the garbage bags stacked by their door "well, could you actually take it to the dumpster, it kind of stinks and I can smell it inside my house" (I'm trying to be sympathetic to the obvious extra effort that walking your dog poop bags 20 yards to the dumpster must be but I have to explain how this is making my life suck). "Half of that is grass from the landlords not cleaning it up" (right, because as a minimum-wage-making yard work guy the first thing on my "what would make my job great today" is the idea of running a lawn mower over what must amount to 50 pounds worth of dog poop, because you know that's going to smell at least as good as fresh cut grass right?). I respond again "yes, but it stinks, and like I said, I can smell it in my house and it is really unpleasant". Now I KNOW those bags have been there for days. I seem to recall smelling this same unpleasant scent on Canada Day, before I got drunk enough to drown it out. Dog poop that has been in plastic bags, marinating in the 30 degree weather in direct sunlight takes on a certain, unique spunk. Not to mention there's something anyone can spot about a bag that's been sitting there at least through one rainstorm, and I think the last one was several weeks ago.
And you know, I wouldn't mind it so much if she'd said something like "oh, geez, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you could smell it" or "I'll see if I can get to it tomorrow". But to lie and then be completely dismissive is just rude beyond words.
I don't make a habit of checking on my neighbour's yard, but if this crap isn't gone by tomorrow at noon I'm calling the landlord. I've had enough of being forced to join my neighbours as they aspire to be white trash. No more shall I look up to Hillbillies as an improvement on my situation - sigh. I really hope this eventually gets them evicted. Though if the trend thusfar is any indication, the next lot might be even worse.
Renting in and of itself isn't so bad. It's the other people that rent that make it suck. I mean yes, I know that technically it isn't my property or my stuff. But isn't there a certain pride, and its counterpart mortifying embarrassment, that make you want to keep your home looking like people might actually want to live there, or at the very least, visit without being afraid to touch the faucets or furniture? Really is it just me?
