*Stepping on SoapBox*

Reread that title...you've been warned.

What is it with adults acting like high school Juniors?? My upstairs neighbor isn't even mature enough to be considered a high school senior. Our landlord lives in one of the Carolinas...I can't remember which one, but it doesn't really matter for the rant.

     Ben and I moved into our current apartment in April. We decided to move into the one we did for a lot of reasons. A very big reason was the basement laundry facility. We were told there are three washers and dryers in the basement, one for each apt. When we moved in, however, there was ONE working washer and ONE working dryer. Our upstairs neighbor, let's call her Candy, informed me that the washer was HER personal washer. Her boyfriend/fiance/eff budy bought it at an auction with their own money and it's hers, but we can use it as long as she doesn't need it. How thoughtful. Apparently, the boys ( I say boys but in truth, they're probably older than I am) in the side apartment over fill washers and dryers and ruin them. Now, I went to college. I have stuffed PLENTY of washers and dryers and they all lived to was and dry for many moons after. So maybe...just maybe, our landlord's dad who handles all the repair man things is buying shit washers and dryers, but that's neither here nor there.

    I let the laundry situation go when our landlord came to visit and was genuinely upset at how the basement situation was being handled. After all, aren't we grown ups who can take care of our own needs?
*Just a side note....I also kept my mouth shut when Candy's boyfriend/fiance/eff budy was SNORING on the FLOOR at the top of the stairs outside their door. (On more than one occasion)

     When Ben was in Georgia for three weeks, Lucy and I were home alone. As a lady, I never remember to take out the trash. That's man work. We have an old fashioned marriage and I don't handle the trash. Our upstairs neighbors' trash cans are along the side of the house next to our trash cans. The SECOND week Ben was gone I got a text from the landlord. More or less it said "please take your own trash cans to the street on trash day." Ben had been gone for two weeks...if even that. So since April when we moved in, that's TWO trash days that our trash had been taken out to the curb by the neighbors. Please keep in mind that no one asked them to take the cans to the street. She could have left them by our side door. I sent the landlord an apology text. I'm not sure why she couldn't walk her stupid ass downstairs and day something to me. I continued to keep my mouth shut.

     Our little upper/lower/side house apartment thing has street parking. We are the only house on the block without a driveway so parking isn't a huge deal. Sometimes you just have to park a little farther down than desirable. Ben and I bought a new vehicle a few weeks ago and considered parking one of our vehicles down the block as to free up some in front of the house parking because we're decent people. I can promise you that won't be happening now! Candy took it upon herself to YELL at Ben like she's his fucking mother or something. She told him that he had to pull up as close to the fire hydrant as he could so there is room for everyone to park. Okay. No big deal, we're still adjusting to how big the new vehicle is in real life. Well when I got home that night, she yelled at me for the same thing. WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE! I let this slide too. I brushed it off because she's a little/lot crazy. A friend of mine has been staying with us until she moves back to Alabama. That makes one more car fighting for parking. She normally has parked down the block so that she leaves a space in front of the house. Guess who got another text from her landlord....that's right, ME! This time he told me "Due to the lack of parking and out of consideration for one another, the parking directly in front of the house is for tenants only." I have a few problems with that. Number one...prove to me that the random car is from one of our friends. The whole other side of the street is a no parking zone. Secondly and most importantly IT'S STREET PARKING. That means THE CITY owns the parking, not you Mr. Landlord! If someone keys my car parked on the street are you going to pay for it? Probably not because that's public parking!

     Like I said, my friend was only here for a little over a week so I'll give it to Candy. She surely is a believer in the squeaky mouse getting the cheese or whatever. I just wish that one time, she could knock on our door and have a grown up conversation making a request to my face instead of whining to the landlord like a five year old to mommy. Then maybe I could get rid of all this Halloween candy I have and couldn't give to trick-or-treaters because her friends came over, PARKED IN MY EFFING SPOT, and sat on the whole porch to give out their candy. I'm talking...we took Lucy out the side door because we couldn't get out of the main front door. Neighbor rant over. Thanks for staying with me.

XOXO
Meagan