Love Thy Neighbor...ah, No Thanks...
(That is "Neighbors from Hell in Japanese...")
I wanted to write about my neighbors before I moved out. I know that they don't read this so I am going to use their names. I can tell you a few things about them. Mark is 37 and is not working. He is a painter and said that he does "odd" jobs. He told me that he is from Colorado and has bought and sold some real estate back home. I am guessing that he has a few bucks $$$ stored away. His girlfriend, who's name is Shy (pronounced Shay) is 25 and has a Masters. He told me that 7 times when we first met and talked for about and hour and a half. We had a nice conversation about many different topics and I though that we would be hanging out together because it "seemed" that we got along well. I was so wrong. I thought...Maybe I wasn't in his class, or maybe he was stuck up or ...who the fuck knows. I met his girlfriend at the pool and realized why he was with her and vise versa. She is a size 2 and has the fakest tits I have ever seen.*Ever heard that bad porn music...put that in your head and read the next paragraph.
I was familiar with them before I ever met them. See, I was laying in bed one night and I here weik weik weik weik...weik weik weik. ...and this was intermittent for about oh, 5 minutes. I heard a little from her, but nothing that would qualify her as a great porn actress. The whole thing lasted about 10 minutes. When I met him and we talked he mentioned that he painted his place and when he got to the bedroom, he said, "Man, I gotta get rid of that bed or get a better frame."
I was thinking the same thing. Exactly, oh yeah ya do...
I have seen them at the pool and just exchanged hellos. I have never had a beer with him, I have never seen her anywhere but the pool, and can tell you that they have never bothered me. Till just a few nights ago.
I heard some heavy talking on Sunday night and a door slam here and there when they were supposedly arguing. I live in a place where I can hear the conversation on the other side of the wall, the toilet flush, and also him whistle (which is done often). So, back to Sunday night when all the action was happening. He or she decided to leave and I think that it was him because she was yelling so loud that I could hear it very clearly on Sunday.
Monday came and went and I heard nothing. Tuesday the sparks started again. It was loud and they were arguing a lot. The door to the bedroom was slammed, the bathroom was slammed...the voice levels were higher and it wasn't time for lovin, thats for sure.
The front door slammed, and then about 3 minutes later the front door shut again and the race to recover the other had started.
Anyways, the moral of the story is when you see your neighbors spooning in the same lounge chair at the pool and being all lovey dovey around the patio and hot tub, don't think that the relationship is all that it is put out to be. It surely isn't.
In the end, I am glad that I am moving. It will be one less headache and bad porn show that won't have to listen to.
THERE'S MORE...
When the neighbors moved in, they placed many good boxes from their purchases at the door of the trash. I scooped them up knowing that I may be moving soon. I stored those boxes for a while needless to say. I was getting ready to pack a box that they left and was surprised at what I saw. I also know that there is another box that I need to take a picture of that show what someone will spend on cook ware. I love to cook, and Mark (neighbor who thinks that he is America's top chef and isn't) has some nice cook ware and I will rant on that soon enough. So, here is the box and the pictures that go along with it.
Who the fuck spends $100 bucks on a trash can? Now I now why their is trouble in paradise...
Thats crazy! What asshat neighbors. I bet you ARE glad to be moving.
Posted by
Cindy |
8:39 AM
Cindy,
No doubt...No doubt!~~
Sometimes the cover of the book looks great, you buy it and the contents are rotten...sounds like them.
Thanks for supporting 1 Cup H/P
:)
Posted by
Someone that you wish you could meet... |
8:43 AM
did you listen at the wall with a glass or did you use a stethoscope?
Posted by
Paula Sue |
11:26 AM
PS,
Actually, I went for a full time out the 2nd time I heard it and ended up not being impressed. The other party wasn't happy that I stopped to hear. Like I said, bad porn will never survive and it seems like their are problems in paradise...
Stethoscope, not a bad idea. Maybe I will barter for one on Craigslist. I bet if I put on the floor of my new place I will hear some action from below. Who knows...
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Posted by
Someone that you wish you could meet... |
3:06 PM