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DAMMIT.
Not sure if anyone remembers the Saga of My Car from last year.
Another neighbour. Same building. Different(?) apartment. STOOD IN THE DRIVEWAY WHILE MY FIANCE WAS PULLING IN.
Didn't move. Didn't move ONE STEP to get out of the way. He had to pull the car to the right to avoid hitting him, and almost HIT THE FUCKING BUILDING.
Fiance pulled up to give room for the good neighbour to park his van behind, and I jumped out as soon as it hit *park* to scream my lungs out at the whoreson.
Called him a LOT of names. Not the ones I should have called him. Idiot stood there staring at me. Fiance got into it, too. Another neighbour popped up to translate, claiming the brick-headed DROOLING moron didn't speak English.
Doesn't take speaking English to apologise, or get OUT OF MY GODDAMNED WAY.
There's more, but suffice it to say that he speaks (or understands) English. And he's been informed (along with the other neighbours) that if anything happens to me, to the car, or to anyone or anything on our property, heads will roll. And I don't mean that figuratively. Fiance is SCARY when he's pissed and his castle is being threatened.
I shoulda called the goddamned cops. Course by the time they showed up, Mama's Lil Gaping Hole would have dumped the bottle and bumbled his way back into his Cave of Pissbeer.
Not sure if anyone remembers the Saga of My Car from last year.
Another neighbour. Same building. Different(?) apartment. STOOD IN THE DRIVEWAY WHILE MY FIANCE WAS PULLING IN.
Didn't move. Didn't move ONE STEP to get out of the way. He had to pull the car to the right to avoid hitting him, and almost HIT THE FUCKING BUILDING.
Fiance pulled up to give room for the good neighbour to park his van behind, and I jumped out as soon as it hit *park* to scream my lungs out at the whoreson.
Called him a LOT of names. Not the ones I should have called him. Idiot stood there staring at me. Fiance got into it, too. Another neighbour popped up to translate, claiming the brick-headed DROOLING moron didn't speak English.
Doesn't take speaking English to apologise, or get OUT OF MY GODDAMNED WAY.
There's more, but suffice it to say that he speaks (or understands) English. And he's been informed (along with the other neighbours) that if anything happens to me, to the car, or to anyone or anything on our property, heads will roll. And I don't mean that figuratively. Fiance is SCARY when he's pissed and his castle is being threatened.
I shoulda called the goddamned cops. Course by the time they showed up, Mama's Lil Gaping Hole would have dumped the bottle and bumbled his way back into his Cave of Pissbeer.
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