Report me again and I’ll eat your face
OK. Anyone who follows this blog knows I hate intensely dislike the apartment complex I signed a lease with.
The management is stuffy and most of my neighbors are, too (I’m a very clean, stuffy, OCD person, so, that’s saying a lot).
Anyhow. I placed my trash outside of my apartment for – ba-dum-ba-dum-dum (that was a drum role) – a few hours!
I did this because I cannot take my trash out without my Beagle. The brat face howls whenever I leave. Then, when brat face howls, I get a call from managememt saying (big booming man voice) “You must stop your dog from barking! We will make you leave! Thou shall not pass!”
So, I wait to take out my trash when I got to work, or my internship (Beagle has her spray collar on, so no barks are emitted).
Anyhow. When I got home from my internship yesterday, there were little paper notices on every apartment door (way to save paper, guys!). The notice said, “It has been reported that people (me) have left their trash outside of their apartment. This action is a breach of lease (gasp)! You will be fined $25 if it happens again.
Thanks, neighboors. Do I report your yappy dog? Your loudness-ish? NO!
I was angry at the notice, so I decided to let it drift down the hall. When I opened my door to walk my beagle an hour later, I saw that the notice was placed on my doormat. One of my new neighbors was walking sheepishly away from my door.
I was angered by the flyer’s reappearance, so I kicked it, and proceeded to exit the building to walk my dog.
After a brisk, 10 minute walk, I walk back up my apartment stairs to find…
The g-d damn flyer stuck in my door.
What the hell, people? I get it! Lord almighty! Why the hell did you open my door!
Finding the flyer again made me so enraged that I balled it up, and threw it. Yes. I am an adult. I am mature (after 30 or so minutes, I went and retrived the flyer and threw it away).
I swear to gooddness. I will make my neighbors pay in some way, shape, or form.
OK. I really won’t do anything, but damn, I am mad.