I emailed a complaint in to the city garbage collection company about a truck that was picking up trash at 10:45pm. City collection hours are 7am-6pm, so this truck had officially gone rogue. It *almost* woke up the baby, lol.
I sent the email and then immediately felt like a crabby old bat.
The 28 year old I'm dating said I should call in a complaint for the trash trucks that come and pick up from the dumpsters at 5:30am. So see, lots of people can be olds!
They were doing work on a cross street from me. It was so loud from 9pm to 2 am that it was shaking my pictures. It was impossible to sleep. I went out there in my pajamas and asked them how did they think this was a good idea and how long they were going to be working. It went on for two weeks. I called the city. My neighbor with a baby was at her wits end.
They were doing work on a cross street from me. It was so loud from 9pm to 2 am that it was shaking my pictures. It was impossible to sleep. I went out there in my pajamas and asked them how did they think this was a good idea and how long they were going to be working. It went on for two weeks. I called the city. My neighbor with a baby was at her wits end.
My next drug dealing next door neighbors, the ones whose house was raided, have yet to fix the front door from when the police knocked it down. Whenever someone comes home, you hear pounding on their front door. And I am not talking gentle knocking, these people pound with their fists.
Last week one night, he came home around midnight and my guess is she would not let him in because he kept pounding and then you would hear yelling, and then more pounding. This went on for about 20 minutes. I was this close to calling the cops. Fix your damn front door.
I once yelled at the dish man who tried to install my neighbors dish next to my window. It would have taken up the entire window and I refuse to look at that shit.