I should probably tell you not to ask. But you know me. I have to tell! LOL I live in a condo. There are four condos in my building. There are two connected garages for my building. Each condo gets ONE spot in the garages. On each side of the garages is one parking space. There are three people in the front condo, each with a car. There are two roomies in one condo, each with a car. There’s a couple at the bottom of my stairs and they each have a car. And… Rott and I each have a car.
So let’s do the math. Six available parking spaces. Nine cars. Someone is gonna be ass out. The Asian couple at the bottom of my stairs seems to think that the parking spot next to our garage is their assigned space. They went out of their way to tell me this when I moved in. At the time, we only had the Intrepid so I didn’t give a rat’s ass, although I did point out to them that what they told me didn’t match what I read in the association rules. The bitchy Asian woman in the condo behind this couple thinks that the parking space next to the other garage is only for the condos whose front door is on that side of the building (her condo.) Again, that’s not what the association rules say. We’ve pointed this out too but the snotty woman just wants to be obnoxious about it.
Whenever I’ve parked behind our side of the garage (which technically isn’t blocking the fire lane because it’s NEXT TO the actual parking slot) the patrol puts a ticket on the Intrepid. My neighbors park behind their side of the garage all the time, but they never get a ticket. Weird, huh?
In January, new rules were sent around. It spelled out clearly that those spaces on either side of the garages (adjacent yanno) are for the people who live in that building. They are not assigned. It is first come, first served, and it doesn’t matter which condo you live in as long as it’s THAT building. When the new rules came out, the Asian couple who thought that was their assigned spot started saving it for themselves. Hubby goes to work right around the time I do. He gets home a little after me. Not by much. But his wife has started pulling her car out of the garage and into that space to save it for him. So I started grabbing the spot on the other side of the garage, right under my bedroom window.
My car got keyed. Then I started finding coffee tossed on the door so it dripped all over the handle. Or tossed all over the windshield and hood. The bitchy Asian woman and the people from the front whose SUV is too big for a space anyway (sticks out too far) always have those travel mugs for coffee in their vehicles. The bitchy woman has shoved Rott’s Infiniti SUV before too in order to set off the alarm inside the garage. Nice people, aren’t they?
Rott’s pissed as you can imagine. We’re probably gonna put a sign on the Intrepid indicating there is a camera in the window above (my bedroom window.) We’re looking for the long cable for the webcam. AND… Rott had me pee in a pickle jar. He says the bitchy woman better watch her step because head to head, her silver Infiniti sedan against his silver Infiniti SUV… Well, let’s just say the truck could drive right over her sedan. Yep. I do believe it’s war.
I dunno what’s gonna happen with the pee in a pickle jar. Nor do I wish to know. Thus far, the pee is still there in the jar days later. I’m not sure what Rott’s hatching in his head, but I wonder if that bitchy woman leaves her sunroof open a little in the garage when the weather is nice.
Now, on to a more pleasant subject than urine and keyed cars. Marcus! Oh, it’s so nice to be able to look at his handsome face and forget my woes… Can I be his cellie?
If I happen to get any interesting video (if we can find the long cable) I’ll be sure to post it on my You Tube account and here too. Then you can all watch my bitchy neighbor vandalize my car before I turn the video over to the cops. Or should I just use it to get her to stop? How mean should I be? You tell me.
Have a great non-vandalized Monday!
