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Quoth Argabarga View Postthey told us who did it and asked if maybe we could just keep away from her unit for the rest of the night so she wouldn't call again.
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Quoth Argabarga View PostI don't know if it's ever been scientifically investigated, but, the armchair sociologist in me says it's the latter.
The person complaining about how mean the teacher is in 1st grade for giving them homework is the same person complaining about how rude everyone else is for not getting out of their way at 80.
Just my opinion, backed by nothing but empirical evidence.
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you crabtastic old fart
It must be something in the air these days....I've had two solid weeks of crabby old farts calling in and making my life miserable. That doesn't even count the Geriatric Gestapo that live on my street (also known as the Lawn Patrol)When you start at zero, everything's progress.
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Quoth Dark Psion View PostAny fool can piss on the floor. It takes a talented SC to shit on the ceiling.
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Quoth sirwired View PostI wonder if anybody's done a study to see if crankiness is directly correlated with age, or if all these Keep-Off-My-Lawn miserable people have been misanthropes their whole life, but now simply have fewer people to inflict it on, so it's concentrated.
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Quoth Cecily View PostI have a coworker who moved to a condo building in which 95% of the people there are retired. She's never seen so many people not minding their own business and they are making her life a nightmare (over a parking spot, of all things).
I'm sure I've posted about the goofballs that lived next door to my parents before. These pricks would cause trouble for people...and then get upset when they retaliated. Most of this crap went on because the wife (who lost her job because she was certifiably nuts ) was home all day...and her husband enabled the behavior.
That is, nearly every window in their house was covered in some way. All of them had narrow slots--similar to what you'd see on a WWII-era pillbox. She would sit there, observing the neighbors. The second someone stepped on her lawn, or someone did something that wasn't "up to code," you'd get a visit from the cops, or a nasty letter from the borough. Most of these "violations" were things that nobody cared about. Sure, they were on the books, but as long as nobody complained, who cares?
For example, you're not allowed to have any junk cars on your property. At the time, the MG was still living at my mother's. I was slowly stripping it for restoration. I'd push the car outside, do what I had to, and then push it back inside. One of those times, I got a visit from the borough's finest. Seems the bitch had complained. Cops came and left. Since the car wasn't on the driveway, they couldn't do anything.
One of the other neighbors had a landscaping business, and sometimes parked his truck and trailer in the driveway. Technically illegal, but as long as nobody cared, not enforced. This time, he got a nasty certified letter over it. Now, he had to rent a storage unit for his equipment. Not long after, one of the crazies' cars mysteriously got the shit scratched out of it and all four tires mysteriously lost their airAerodynamics are for people who can't build engines. --Enzo Ferrari
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