Originally Posted by Old-Biscuit
[I]"Subject of my next rant is cigarettes butts and dog poop in the front yard."[/I
Either of those scenarios should be dealt with.....not ranted about.
Except next door....
I have to disagree. Sometimes ranting or venting is a better way of dealing with minor irritations than confrontations.
I did have that neighbor next door that everyone had to deal with.
I bought a nice house in Michigan with a big yard and a boat dock for my future sailboat. The only thing I knew about the previous owners is that they had got divorced and had bad taste in wallpaper.
Turns out that the husband from our house ran off with wife next door leaving an angry husband and out of control kids.
The intolerable situation occurred when I was working night shift at the power plant and he harassed the family. The police were called but he could see them coming and leave before they got there.
The next morning when I found out how scared the family was I called 911 to have someone come out and explain that we had a right to live in peace to the man next door. When I got the expected response I asked if the call was being recorded. I said good I will be able to use it in my temporary insanity defense. I have been up all night at the power plant and have just been told you are too busy to protect my family. So I will take care of it but I am not sure I will not snap. Will 15 minutes be a good time for you all to come out and investigate a dead body?
I could tell the senior officer they sent thought I was wasting his time but he agreed to go have a talk. When he came back his face beet red. He handed the wife his card and told her to call him anytime she had a problem with the neighbor. Adding that he did not think there would be. He said he pulled his weapon and put it in the man's face yelling him he would be the person investigated his suicide.
Later we sold the house to a nice you couple with young children. When I realized that he worked nights sometimes, we disclosed the problems with the guy next door. He looked at me and said you do not know what I do for a living. He took off his windbreaker revealing a concealed weapon, badge, and a T-shirt that said SWAT. Apparently he had already vetted the neighborhood and had a plan.
Another family from the neighborhood visited us in California. They said it was quite the event. Police cars started showing up from two states and it looked like bad neighbor was intentionally parked in. After the weekday barbecue for 200 or so cops, their bishop blessed the house. The whole neighbor was invited.
I would like say the neighborhood had a happy ending. Two of the teenage boys on the street were killed in a snowmobile accident. My daughter's friend was raped by the son next door to us.
Being in an affluent neighborhood is not a guarantee of good neighbors. Thanks to the training I got in the navy my children lived in nice places compared to the inner city where I went to school. I got set on the straight and narrow after being busted.
I did not rat out my fellow gang members either. We were a rough bunch. Because of a previous encounter with the board of education, the principle recognized me a one of thugs that hit car with snowballs.