It's not a typical garage. There's a shared building between our houses, that is like a garage tri-plex, for our house, the neighbor on the corner, directly south of my house, and the neighbor behind them/me. There's a super narrow "driveway" to access them and the neighbor behind us set up a hoop back there.
Post by monkeybabe on Sept 12, 2013 19:58:26 GMT -5
Oh, and I went out there and asked them to try to not hit the door, because baby, and by the time I got back to my computer the ball slammed into the door again. The grandma of the one boy who lives behind me, who must have heard my request, yelled at them to pack it in if they couldn't be courteous.
Post by thedahliharpa on Sept 12, 2013 21:41:54 GMT -5
There is a kid who for the last two nights at 11pm has started playing basketball right outside our window. The POS shoots, then walks and dribbles all the way across the court shoots and does the same thing back and forth back and forth. He doesn't even run or jump! Last night I had enough and told DH to go open the door and tell him to leave. DH asked "In my underwear?" I said "Yes!". I figured seeing my 6 ft 4 DH in his underwear would really help get the point across. It did! He better not come back tonight.
Post by monkeybabe on Sept 12, 2013 23:23:32 GMT -5
The grandma is super cool. It's her, the mom, and the boy in the house and they've told us that if the kid is ever annoying us, to let them know and they'll make him play inside/elsewhere. We don't want to kill all his fun, but it's nice when napping is occurring.
I yelled* at an idiot this morning who kept his hand on his horn for five minutes straight at 8:00 (DH and C were still sleeping). Asshole, there's a block of cars stopped behind a garbage truck. Do you really think that honking your horn (illegal here BTW) is going to inspire those 15+ cars to magically move? In rush hour in NYC?
*and by "yell" I mean I nicely asked him to stop. He told me to fuck off.