Should I post this in NICO General?
I suppose, but I only really go here. (the Quorum)
Should I keep this to myself?
Probably.
If given the light of day would I have reacted differently?
Nope.
So here goes:
I live in a nice little lakefront neighborhood, not upscale, not PWT-ville.
My 71 y/o Mom is visiting me & my kids for the weekend. Along with her is her new I35. While walking her 13 y/o blind Chow on public property, he takes a wizz *ONLY* on a roadside bush. Suddenly, my neighbor appears & rips her arse for everything from that wizz to my divorce, a small box of 6 - 1 gallon paint cans the garbage men won't take that's been sitting outside my garage door, to the current condition of the yard (sorry, I've been busy with primary residential custody of 2 - 3 y/olds & 1 - 7 y/old as a single father.)
This is a guy I know on first name basis & our kids have spent the night at each other's houses, etc, since I moved here in 1997.
So, when my Mom came in & told me the tale, I shrugged it off...that's my nature. If someone is compelled to make a comment on a subject on which they know, or should know they are grossly inadequately informed on, then nothing I can say or do will convince them otherwise.
To quote Siddhartha, the Enlightened One: "It does not further." Meaning nothing you can do or say will achieve a positive outcome, nor one different than the current one.
About 45 min later, I glance out the front window to find the box of paint cans firmly placed on the hood of my Mom's 02 I35.
:ak47 :bash :bsflag :angry7: :nono :slap :oblivion:
"You gotta be fvcking kidding me!!!!!!!!!!"
I walk outside, remove the box of cans to find a nice dent right in the middle of the hood.
So what do I do, me, the mild-mannered, ever a good neighbor, do anything for anyone that I thought deserved it, too nice, amiable, accomodating, etc, etc, etc????????
Of course, I pick up four of the half-filled paint cans from the box, and proceed to walk next door and heave them at his house, finally the last one burst open and changed the front entrance from a nice shrimp colored hue to one of a goofy sky blue my wife picked out of a batch of unsold paint years ago.
I was aiming for the bay window out front, it's probably a good thing my aim sucked at paint-can-hurling.
All the while I was screaming incessantly about the fact that his parents weren't married when he was born, he was not the father of his children, that his household was asexual, at best, and that his wife's strap on was the only phallus in the domicile that has gotten any action, except for the last few times his fingers slipped through the toilet paper as he was swilling his morning cup of Maxwell House.
He finally emerged, his 6'2 frame sheepishly lanking about the shrubs, pulling out the unexploded paint cans and tossing them into my yard, muttering "What have you done?"
I continued my verbal assault all the while thanking God I had removed the firearms from my home months ago before filing my response to my wife's motion for dissolution of marriage.
Finally, he advanced (almost) to the sidewalk where I had begun the seige. After a few choice words he invited me *onto* his property to continue the discussion.
That's when I came to my senses.
Instead, I drew my own line in the sand, many years of Judo as a child, followed by a short stint in the art of Kenpo as an adolescent taught me to realize when to say when.
So, I stepped but two feet away from him onto city property, removed by Docksiders, and extended an invitation to him to join me there.
As I expected, he turned coat and went to his wife, on the porch, already on the phone with the police.
I asked if he needed the number of the Deputy on call, seeing as though I just finished painting & installing a ram air hood on the Orange County Deputy's '04 GTO.
As fate would have it, Dave was not on duty & another officer showed up. I explained my position, and as he left my property, and as I was removing the paint can box from the driveway, I could overhear him saying:
"AND DO YOU SIR THINK IT'S APPROPRIATE TO DAMAGE PERSONAL PROPERTY OF SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T EVEN LIVE THERE??????"
Basturd.
Sorry for the diatribe, I'm just still reeling from the whole experience & dumbfounded at the situation.
I had no one else to share this with but you guys.
I don't care what the situation is..........you don't mess with another man's car. Period.
I was not going to let this be one of those situations where 25 years from now, you think about how you KNEW you should have taken action, but for some cowardly reason......didn't.
Hey Steve!!!!!!!!!!!
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