NotSoInnocent
01-18-2008, 12:57 AM
:rant::rant::rant:
Dear Neighbor,
We live in a small apartment complex. We're talking 6 apartments in the entire building and only 4 are being rented... that's our complex. You live right next door to me.
We both have children. I'll admit that I have twice as many as you, but that doesn't really matter.
You receive Section 8, Foodstamps, WIC, TANF, and child support. You basically have more money and resources than I do. I get WIC and Foodstamps... and nothing else. Because, after all, I'm not a single minority.
I have a vehicle. You don't.
I have a significant other. You don't.
I get this. Really, I do. I understand that you're an "impoverished minority" and that you need help with things. That's why I don't really mind helping you out when I can. I help out everyone if I'm able to.
I take your kid to school because "It's too cold and I don't want my precious to walk" (It's 65 degrees, lady. That isn't cold! Put a jacket and hat on your kid. It'll be FINE!)... even though my 8 y/o kid walks all by herself both ways. I don't even ask for gas money. The school is less than half a mile away.
I run down to the corner store for you so that you don't have to walk. Even though the exercise would probably do you a lot of good. (You're 5'5" and weigh over 200 pounds. LOSE SOME WEIGHT!)
When you run out of food I give you some of what I have. Even though I have 6 people in my family and you only have 3... one of whom doesn't eat anything but formula yet.
I don't say anything when you run across the street to chat with your crack addicted friends... even when you leave the baby by himself for the 15-30 minutes that you're gone. In fact, I'll even go over to check on him every couple of minutes for you.
I don't complain when you have loud parties, with tons of people, almost every night of the week where you get so drunk that you lose your wallet... at your own house.
I don't look down on you when you've spent too much on booze/cigs/whatever to get your baby diapers or formula. Hell, I'll give you some of ours, if I can.
In fact... I don't really care what you do, so long as your not beating your kids or leaving them alone for hours on end.
So when I ask you to pop in to check on my kids while I run to the corner store for something, which would only take me, at most, 10 minutes... PLEASE don't get all huffy and say crap about how my kids are too young to be left alone like that.
:wtf:
Did you not just hear me asking you to keep an eye on them?? They won't be alone! And two of them were sleeping anyways!
You could do the SAME THING THAT I DO FOR YOU! You know... get up off your fat fucking ass and actually go outside, take 6 steps to my door, open it... AND CHECK ON THE KIDS!
You don't even have to go all the way inside my place. After all, I know how much my lazy cats scare you. Just call out and ask the 5 y/o if everything is O.K. It's not a big deal, really.
Then, this morning, my oldest is crying because I wouldn't give her money for treats in class and I told her to get going or she was going to be late. I heard your door open and saw you poke your head out then slam your door closed. So it's not hard to figure out what happened...
At 7am I had a police officer come to my door. Apparently there had been a report of child abuse.
:pissed:
WHAT????
Yeah. I'm not going to figure out that it was you, when you were the only one there.:rolleyes:
I got to explain the incident with my eldest to the nice officer. He was sort of sweet, even though he had to ask me about the other kids too.
The 5 y/o and the baby were still sleeping and the 2 y/o was watching TV with me.
Oh yeah... lots of child abuse going on right there. :rolleyes:
You know what? I think, from now on, I'll just keep to myself.
No more rides for your kid. Get your crack-head friend to drive her.
No more food delivered to your door. Use your own fucking money.
No more driving to the store for your cigs/diapers/whatever it is this time. Get off your fat ass and do it yourself.
No more checking on your kid when you "run across the street for a minute". You want him taken care of? Take him with you, you lazy bitch.
Don't ask me for anything. I'll deal with keeping an eye on my kids myself.
Fuck off,
Your (ex)Helpful Neighbor
P.S. The next time you ring my fucking doorbell 20 times in a row because I'm not getting there fast enough when you want something from me... I'll throw one of my cats at you. Maybe the one that likes to claw faces. She'll enjoy the experience and it might get you to leave me the fuck alone.
Dear Neighbor,
We live in a small apartment complex. We're talking 6 apartments in the entire building and only 4 are being rented... that's our complex. You live right next door to me.
We both have children. I'll admit that I have twice as many as you, but that doesn't really matter.
You receive Section 8, Foodstamps, WIC, TANF, and child support. You basically have more money and resources than I do. I get WIC and Foodstamps... and nothing else. Because, after all, I'm not a single minority.
I have a vehicle. You don't.
I have a significant other. You don't.
I get this. Really, I do. I understand that you're an "impoverished minority" and that you need help with things. That's why I don't really mind helping you out when I can. I help out everyone if I'm able to.
I take your kid to school because "It's too cold and I don't want my precious to walk" (It's 65 degrees, lady. That isn't cold! Put a jacket and hat on your kid. It'll be FINE!)... even though my 8 y/o kid walks all by herself both ways. I don't even ask for gas money. The school is less than half a mile away.
I run down to the corner store for you so that you don't have to walk. Even though the exercise would probably do you a lot of good. (You're 5'5" and weigh over 200 pounds. LOSE SOME WEIGHT!)
When you run out of food I give you some of what I have. Even though I have 6 people in my family and you only have 3... one of whom doesn't eat anything but formula yet.
I don't say anything when you run across the street to chat with your crack addicted friends... even when you leave the baby by himself for the 15-30 minutes that you're gone. In fact, I'll even go over to check on him every couple of minutes for you.
I don't complain when you have loud parties, with tons of people, almost every night of the week where you get so drunk that you lose your wallet... at your own house.
I don't look down on you when you've spent too much on booze/cigs/whatever to get your baby diapers or formula. Hell, I'll give you some of ours, if I can.
In fact... I don't really care what you do, so long as your not beating your kids or leaving them alone for hours on end.
So when I ask you to pop in to check on my kids while I run to the corner store for something, which would only take me, at most, 10 minutes... PLEASE don't get all huffy and say crap about how my kids are too young to be left alone like that.
:wtf:
Did you not just hear me asking you to keep an eye on them?? They won't be alone! And two of them were sleeping anyways!
You could do the SAME THING THAT I DO FOR YOU! You know... get up off your fat fucking ass and actually go outside, take 6 steps to my door, open it... AND CHECK ON THE KIDS!
You don't even have to go all the way inside my place. After all, I know how much my lazy cats scare you. Just call out and ask the 5 y/o if everything is O.K. It's not a big deal, really.
Then, this morning, my oldest is crying because I wouldn't give her money for treats in class and I told her to get going or she was going to be late. I heard your door open and saw you poke your head out then slam your door closed. So it's not hard to figure out what happened...
At 7am I had a police officer come to my door. Apparently there had been a report of child abuse.
:pissed:
WHAT????
Yeah. I'm not going to figure out that it was you, when you were the only one there.:rolleyes:
I got to explain the incident with my eldest to the nice officer. He was sort of sweet, even though he had to ask me about the other kids too.
The 5 y/o and the baby were still sleeping and the 2 y/o was watching TV with me.
Oh yeah... lots of child abuse going on right there. :rolleyes:
You know what? I think, from now on, I'll just keep to myself.
No more rides for your kid. Get your crack-head friend to drive her.
No more food delivered to your door. Use your own fucking money.
No more driving to the store for your cigs/diapers/whatever it is this time. Get off your fat ass and do it yourself.
No more checking on your kid when you "run across the street for a minute". You want him taken care of? Take him with you, you lazy bitch.
Don't ask me for anything. I'll deal with keeping an eye on my kids myself.
Fuck off,
Your (ex)Helpful Neighbor
P.S. The next time you ring my fucking doorbell 20 times in a row because I'm not getting there fast enough when you want something from me... I'll throw one of my cats at you. Maybe the one that likes to claw faces. She'll enjoy the experience and it might get you to leave me the fuck alone.