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Skywalker's Creative Side: What Happens When You Piss Off Skywalker

Most of you are not aware that in the past year or so, my grandfather has developed Alzheimer's. He already suffered from clinical paranoia (and possibly Post-Traumatic Ssress as he had to do some funky things during WW2.)

So we have moved him into an assisted living home about a mile from our home and we're in the process of cleaning out his house to be rented out (that's been my job since I returned home from being on Active Duty.) We have rented a dumpster that sits outside the house for us to throw the unbelievable amount of trash he had away (most of everything in the house.) I could get into the crazy things I've thrown away (I've told muddy about some of them) but, I'll save that for another time.

Well someone has been dumping their personal trash in our dumpster, mostly houshold trash but also a toilet, and other weird things. They've twice forced us to have it emptied earlier than we would have otherwise. Which is a pain int he neck as I drive 45 minutes to the house just to find I can't do anything in the house and have to call the waste company to have it hauled which usually takes a day or two. Which wastes my time, gas, and money. At $150 a haul, that's alot of money.

We had just had it hauled when I went in last week to find that these people had put a couch into the dumpster. Which boiled my blood like you wouldn't believe!

So I asked the neighbors and 1 neighbor said they thought they saw them coming from a certain house. So Another neighbor had decided to look to see who was doing it. So when I went intoday some more household trash was in it including some mail. I'd previously pulled a magazine with a name and adress on it, but he address was from elsewhere. Today I found bills with the same name and an address of the house the neighbor thought they had come from. The other neighbor sai he had watched them every morning go out and dump their trash in it.

Skywalker == pissed off.

I got creative. My brother was with me so we took all their trash from the dumpster and some bags of pine straw which they had just thrown in the yard and threw them in front of their front door. We took the couch and plopped it in front of the garage door (since I am told they park their car in the garage.)

I then left a nice little note telling them about how much time and money they'd wasted and that they owed me $300 compensation or I would be calling the police and I'd take cash, cashier's check or money order made out to and signed it , Lance Corporal, USMC. I also told them that I'll be just as happy to call the polica but I thought I'd offer them the cheap and easy way out.

Personally, I think I was to nice to them. Man, if I'd only had a camera.

Posted by Skywalker at April 13, 2004 05:53 PM | TrackBack