My Asshat Neighbor
I own a town home and my driveway connects to a cul-de-sac, which visitors are supposed to use for parking, not other residents.
Today it snowed. Quite a bit. I got home from work and was royally pissed because the company our home owner’s association (HOA) pays to remove snow didn’t push snow evenly into the cul-de-sac, but deposited most of it near my driveway. No biggie, except the pile is about six feet high, and I cannot get into my driveway or garage by driving straight, I have to do it at an angle to miss the snow. Backing out is even more difficult.
I walked over to the cute little Mormon HOA president’s home and got the number for the snow removal company. That’s all. I called them and left a message to please deposit snow more evenly in the cul-de-sac, as to not prevent me from getting into my garage easily. I guess I am a friggin bitch.
After spending two minutes at home, I backed out, with difficulty, and saw the HOA president taking in a garbage can. I asked him whose car it was that had been parked in the cul-de-sac for two weeks, as it was most likely the reason snow could not be pushed there.
He lost it. He spent “ALL DAMN DAY shoveling snow, including my driveway. And there was nowhere else the snow could go. And how could I whine that I couldn’t pull in or back out “straight” to my garage.” And he shoveled my driveway! And he shoveled my driveway! I didn’t swear, as my daughter was with me. But I lost it.
“I’ve had friends who have side-swiped piles of snow smaller than that and done $1200 of damage to their car.” (And I have a brand new car and don’t drive a piece of crap like you.)
“And I shoveled my driveway this morning before I left for work. How did I know you did it again at some point during the day? Don’t ever do me any “favors” again.” (If you do something nice for someone, do it because you want to, not for the blessing. I clear the snow off the satellite dish when the signal goes out, you dipshit. The old man with the broken hip who lives next to you secretly takes in my trash can after it is dumped every now and then.)
“And why don’t you charge more in HOA fees so you can hire people to do things correctly? I have certainly voted for that every time for the past three years.” (And when I give you my check for my HOA fees, why does it take you six weeks to deposit it in the bank? Great financial management. And, you didn’t notice that the snow plow completely covered up the fire hydrant? And completely made inaccessible the mail boxes of half the residents in the community?)
Mr. HOA president, I’m sorry you spent all day dealing with snow (you weren’t out there this morning when I was). But, why is it wrong to want easy access to my home? Especially when I pay for it?
PS…I’m turning you in to your bishop because you said the word DAMN…and you said it in front of a non-member, AND a child. You are so going to hell. At least you won’t have to worry about snow there.
Love the rant!
Don’t you love when people complain about having to do what they are paid to do? Ok, so I complain about having to do my job, but not because the job is unpleasant, only because I feel like my freedom is impinged upon by it. I just want more of my life back, that’s all.