*grabs the meat tenderiser*
So!! We're (housemate, me and friend) coming home in the afternoon and pull into our block of flat's car park, and what do we find? A gigantic POS Chelsea Tractor IN OUR NUMBERED SPOT!! All the visitor bays in the car park are taken, so we cannot park in the place where we live!! We're forced to go out in the much more dangerous roadside parking in the busy street round the other side of the building.
We take the details, then figure that as our car park is unpatrolled we have no-one to call. So we leave them a polite, non-sweary note telling them to move their car because it is not their spot and the people who live here actually need it.
An hour later some twat moves the giant penis extender, and we swoop to get the car and claim what we pay a part of our rent for. Later we go to drive Friend to the airport, and we find a note on the car - rude, admittedly unsweary, but basically saying 'because I have children I can park where I want, including in your numbered but empty bay'.
NO YOU SHIT, YOU CAN'T.
We know what flat they live in, so we're going to be making an official complaint. I don't care that it's only happened once, it's once too many. I fear though that twatface owns instead of rents judging by the fucking Audi sat happily in 16's parking bay, so there's shit all we can do when they do it again because I'm sure they're vindictive like that. But honestly, using your kids to piss off your neighbours, well done for being such marvellous role models you whining, self-entitled, selfish, inconsiderate, wankery arseholes.
I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. Yes it's a pathetic thing to get pissed about but WE NEED TO PARK THERE MORE THAN YOU BECAUSE WE LIVE HERE. It is such a violation of our own hose that in two and a half years we've only had once, and the van in our spot ran and moved his apologetically immediately - this display of utter uncaring for your neighbours has upset me so, so much. This was the last straw for an utterly hellish week and It has just annoyed me so much and it's begun to push me to the edge. I'm terrified they'll get through the building door and start hammering on the front door to blah at us some more. I keep bursting into tears after practically no provocation. It does not help that I have the bloody little birdies down below that's making my (physical) life a misery. Once again I'm sorry to use you darlings to rant but you help so much in helping me unbottle. *hugs everyone*
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