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  • #31
    Simple solution.He starts gets aggressive.... stick Pippin on him. That'll show him. Bite,Pippin,Bite...



    *exit man pursued by angry snapping rodent*
    The Copyright Monster has made me tell you that my avatar is courtesy of the wonderful Alice XZ.And you don't want to annoy the Copyright Monster.

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    • #32
      Quoth Kit-Ginevra View Post
      Simple solution.He starts gets aggressive.... stick Pippin on him. That'll show him. Bite,Pippin,Bite...



      *exit man pursued by angry snapping rodent*
      I wouldn't wish that on Pippin . . . she didn't do anything to deserve that.
      Human Resources - the adult version of "I'm telling Mom." - Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo (NCIS)

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      • #33
        Although the mental image of a very tall man being pursued by a tiny rodent, set to yakkity sax is hilarious
        The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

        Now queen of USSR-Land...

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        • #34
          Quoth Captain Trips View Post
          Taking the law into his own hands? Why did anyone wait so long to call the cops?
          I'm sure the cops were called quickly. But, it was probably judged to be low priority. If it's not life-threatening, they can be slow to respond. By the time they did show up, everyone was gone, the tunes weren't playing, and the house was closed up. No lights on, and nobody came to the door. Cops walked around the property, didn't see anyone, so they left.
          Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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          • #35
            Quoth fireheart View Post
            Although the mental image of a very tall man being pursued by a tiny rodent, set to yakkity sax is hilarious
            Or the Benny Hill theme...
            The Copyright Monster has made me tell you that my avatar is courtesy of the wonderful Alice XZ.And you don't want to annoy the Copyright Monster.

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            • #36
              Quoth protege View Post
              I'm sure the cops were called quickly. But, it was probably judged to be low priority. If it's not life-threatening, they can be slow to respond. By the time they did show up, everyone was gone, the tunes weren't playing, and the house was closed up. No lights on, and nobody came to the door. Cops walked around the property, didn't see anyone, so they left.
              Depends on what one calls "low priority."

              And speaking of sucky neighbors, we had a group a few houses behind us who were flat out DANGEROUS.

              Had a couple move into a house about 4 houses behind us on the side street. Hubs was using the detatched garage to work out of on the side (which we had no issue with, as it wasn't our affair.)

              What we did have an issue with, was the cars flying up the road and onto the main road at breakneck speeds at all hours.

              Mom was out one afternoon in her chair going to see some friends who live on one of the side streets. She was coming back a short time later and got to the corner and had to dart out of the way b/c one of the cars came from that house and nearly clipped her!!!

              Meanwhile I was on the front porch with the newspaper and a glass of wine and saw the car coming up to the stop sign and it didn't even slow down - it flew around the corner and the front end at one point was lined up aiming for our front yard!!!

              At the last second the car straightened itself out and flew up to Wendover and blew through the stoplight with another car following.

              By the time I could get back to my phone, which was on the table, Mom came up on the porch using the ramp and she was shaking. She'd called 911 on her cell phone (which she had on her person) and we saw the same two cars come flying back around the corner, still not slowing down.

              Two cop cars pulled up alongside our yard within 5 minutes. Mom and I told what we had seen (this wasn't the first time those cars had come flying through - they came close to hitting our next door neighbor's house several times before) and pointed at the black marks in the road and told them to follow those to the house.

              They quickly understood and immediately went down there.

              Short time later, the wife came up into our yard and started yelling at my mother for calling the cops. Nevermind that Mom told her that one of those cars almost mowed her down in her wheelchair . . . the wife was pissed and threatening to have Mom arrested for harrassment.

              Mom told her it was her neighborhood and she would call the cops if she felt a need to and for HER to get out of her yard or she'd be arrested.

              Meanwhile, I'm sitting there quietly, house phone and cell phone both on the table by the wine glass. Bitch finally left, still running her mouth and I told Mom she should have offered her the phone to call them back out here.

              Mom also called the real estate office that handles our property - turns out the owner knows the guy who owns that particular house and had some words with him. So apparently the owner was called and apprised of the situation.

              Those troublemakers were gone a few months later. But they stopped flying up and down the roads after that.
              Human Resources - the adult version of "I'm telling Mom." - Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo (NCIS)

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              • #37
                Quoth April View Post
                We lived under the stompers. As in they were completely unable to walk without stomping as hard as possible. This wasn't just walking. it was like they had their feet encased in cement blocks walking. I went up there to talk to them one time, just to ask them if they could try to walk a little softer. I was told to fuck off, they would walk however they wanted to. So I took to bouncing a basketball off of the ceiling. I would follow under them and bounce it. Eventually they got the message or got sick of it because they stopped.
                Many many years ago, I went to one of the offshoots of the PSU campuses in NEPA. I choose that one as it had brand new dorms, and it was about as far away from the parents as I could get and still be within the PSU system. We had our fair share of stompers in the dorms, but the thing that always intrigued me was almost always girls that couldn't be more than 90 pounds soaking wet. I still cannot figure how they made that much noise . I was fortunate to live in the upper story of the dorm, but when visiting friends it was pretty obnoxious.
                But the paint on me is beginning to dry
                And it's not what I wanted to be
                The weight on me
                Is Hanging on to a weary angel - Sister Hazel

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                • #38
                  Quoth Kit-Ginevra View Post
                  Or the Benny Hill theme...
                  Psst...they're the same thing.

                  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yakety_sax
                  The best professors are mad scientists! -Zoom

                  Now queen of USSR-Land...

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                  • #39
                    Ah I was thinking of Yakety Yak
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                    • #40
                      Quoth protege View Post
                      I'm sure the cops were called quickly. But, it was probably judged to be low priority. If it's not life-threatening, they can be slow to respond. *snip*
                      Very true. When I called the local police to complain about the loud parties in the next apartment, they told me to call the superintendent.

                      Who had some months earlier said he wasn't to be called after 9 p.m.

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                      • #41
                        When I lived in that crappy apartment on Crescent, our booming-bass guy was the idiot in Apartment 1 who would pop a 72-pack and sit back with his easy chair three inches from the speakers, crank it up to concert-hall level, get crosseyed-drunk, and pass out in the chair with the stereo still rattling the windows. You could see him sitting there from the street, beer can in one hand, head back, eyes closed, drooling lavishly, as those four-foot woofers pounded away at him.

                        The police weren't going to wake THAT guy up by banging on the door. God knows they tried - there was always the chance that they were looking at an alcohol-poisoned corpse that had aspirated its own vomit - so it was time to call the landlord to vie thee hence with the key, and, just for funsies, an ambulance.

                        It happened three or four times. Slow learner.

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                        • #42
                          One of the apartments I lived in while I was in college was a basement apartment. One of the nice things about my apartment was that there was an outside door (down a stairwell). There were a couple of guys that lived two floors above us and they loved to party pretty much any/every day of the week. My roommate and I spent a lot of time going up there and telling them to turn the music down. The final straw was that some of the guys that attended these parties decided that our outside door (down a stairwell) was a great place to relieve themselves. So after the third time this happened we called the police. See while most of the students in the apartment building were of age to drink, these guys and most of their friends were not and some arrests were made. Plus when the landlord found out about the police call , the guys got a nice fine for leaving their keg from their party out in the hallway (when you signed your lease you agreed not to have kegs in your apartment). While the partying didn't stop on the weekends it thankfully stopped during the week and we never had a problem with guys using our stairwell as a urinal anymore.

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                          • #43
                            Quoth Pixilated View Post
                            Very true. When I called the local police to complain about the loud parties in the next apartment, they told me to call the superintendent.

                            Who had some months earlier said he wasn't to be called after 9 p.m.
                            Ugh, if my activities are being interrupted due to inconsiderate people in other apartments, then you can be damn sure the superintendent's activities are going to be interrupted by ME to force him to do his job. And calling him back each time it happened. (Or calling the police after calling him).

                            Thankfully, my current condos have thick walls (double thick sheetrock on each side of the shared walls for 4 layers + concrete floor between the first and second floor units) so I almost never hear anything from my neighbours unless the windows are open. Sometimes I might here the vacuum next door but that's all I've ever heard.

                            Before that, I lived in an apartment, and for the most part it wasn't bad. Sometimes in the summer, people would get loud and you'd hear them through the windows, but I only felt I had to call the police once due to all the screaming going on. (Though there was a second time I had to call the Super about some loud tenants a couple floors below mine; they moved out within a couple months)

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                            • #44
                              Quoth Ben_Who View Post
                              When I lived in that crappy apartment on Crescent, our booming-bass guy was the idiot in Apartment 1 who would pop a 72-pack and sit back with his easy chair three inches from the speakers, crank it up to concert-hall level, get crosseyed-drunk, and pass out in the chair with the stereo still rattling the windows.
                              Why did I read "Crescent" as "Coruscant?" Yep, I think I've seen the entire Star Wars series just a *few* too many times...
                              Aerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari

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                              • #45
                                Quoth protege View Post
                                Why did I read "Crescent" as "Coruscant?" Yep, I think I've seen the entire Star Wars series just a *few* too many times...
                                Must be rockin' out to the Cantina Band music...

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