There are morons in this neighbourhood too.
Last night before I got into bed and before I turned on my bedside lamp, I looked out the window. I noticed a person at the far end of the grocery store parking lot so I thought I'd watch and make sure he wasn't trying to break into the store.
As he got closer, I saw that it was a young guy, obviously drunk judging by the way he was staggering and by the fact that he had a beer bottle in each hand. He walked out into the middle of the street directly in front of my house (this was nearly 4am so there was no traffic), stopped, and finished one of the beers.
I was thinking, you moron, but I also thought it was kinda funny.
Then, he ran up onto my lawn, took the empty beer bottle and slammed it into one of the bushes in front of my porch, ran back to the sidewalk, down the street, and into the driveway of the house next door.
I didn't think it was funny anymore.
In fact, I was furious.
I went out this afternoon to get the beer bottle and found two other bottles as well (Coke and iced tea, I think). Obviously it wasn't the first time he'd done it.
What the hell is wrong with people? I don't even know this guy, I've certainly never done anything to piss him off. Why the hell would he do such a thing?
The previous tenants in that apartment used to throw their cigarette butts on our lawn all the time. They stopped though after I started collecting them up and throwing them back. I was tempted to put the bottles outside his door but I was so angry, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from smashing them on his step.
I hate neighbours.
Posted by Ripley on May 13, 2006
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