Before i go into another story, i'd like to add that chatting with everyone here has impressed me. I don't think i have found a place where so many actually care and are straight up, legit nice people.
Duke, that was awesome. I have had run ins with people who were taking unfair advantage. One such encounter ended with a SWAT team visit. My neighbors were the lucky recipients of the visit.Mowing the yard at 7am is small potatoes. I bought my first home in a small, middle class community in the early 80s. My one neighbor was a brash New Yorker, we seldom spoke but I got on famously with his wife and daughter. The guy ran an auto body shop a few miles away.
Early my second summer there, the owner of the auto body shop building sold the property, leaving my neighbor's business homeless. He decided he'd use his two car garage (next to my bedroom window) to continue his work until he could rent and set up another shop. This meant lots of banging and clanging, impact wrenches, and assorted other noises of the auto body world.
That summer was a particularly hot one, and soon he was working in the middle of the night because it was cooler. After a couple sleepless nights, I politely pointed out to him his work was keeping me awake. He not so politely responded he didn't give a damn about my sleep deprivation, telling me he had a business to run. He ended his tirade by inviting me to perform a sex act I'm pretty sure is impossible.
So over the next few days, I filed complaints with the police (noise and creating a public nuisance), the fire department (large volumes of flammable liquid/material in a residential property), the zoning commission (running a business in a residential zoned area), the Ohio EPA (dispensing VOCs into the open air since he was painting without a paint booth), the Ohio Secretary of State (violating his state business license), and the HOA (on general principle.) He became very popular with officialdom soon thereafter.
He wound up facing multiple fines and legal fees, lost his business, got divorced and they sold the house the following spring.
People always seem to take a mile when given an inch. I hate resorting to argument, but sometimes it is the only way to nip it quick.Duke, that was awesome. I have had run ins with people who were taking unfair advantage. One such encounter ended with a SWAT team visit. My neighbors were the lucky recipients of the visit.
I don't get angry, I get even. Seriously, I strive to get along with people, but if they cross a certain line, or seek harm to myself or my loved ones, I show no mercy.People always seem to take a mile when given an inch. I hate resorting to argument, but sometimes it is the only way to nip it quick.
I am same way. They can mess with me all they want. The second you mess with family or friends...game on. Oh and my property for that matter lol.I don't get angry, I get even. Seriously, I strive to get along with people, but if they cross a certain line, or seek harm to myself or my loved ones, I show no mercy.
Could have been St. Francis de Sales, the patron saint of politeness.Well, I have a bit of a strange one here. I've never told anyone about this because it was just so weird and I don't know if I can convey it well enough. I'll try!
I was a student in a big city and I was just entering the main library in town to do some study. My arms were piled high with files and books and there were steps to navigate, and heavy swing doors, plus lots of other people. It was a busy place.
I remember opening one of the doors to go through it and, knowing there was a man behind me, I held the door open for him. He said, "thank you" and I went on my merry way.
A few moments later, I was on a second stairway, making my way to the music section, when said man appeared again and stopped me on the stairs. He said, "you didn't say 'you're welcome.'" I was confused at first and said something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I don't follow", and he repeated himself and stared at me. I realised then that I had neglected to say "you're welcome" when he had said "thank you" when I held the door for him.
Stunned at this bizarre turn of events, I apologised and said, "I'm sorry - I've got a lot on my mind" (referring to my studies) but he just stared at me again. Eventually we went our separate ways, but the encounter has stayed with me ever since.
On the one hand it was incredibly weird because people in big cities hardly ever hold the door for anyone in the first place, so it felt very weird for him to be admonishing me for anything, since I had held the door open for him. The fact that he had said "thank you" would, under normal circumstances, be enough for most people to move on!
Something else struck me, though. He was well dressed, well spoken and very blonde in a sea of people with brown or dark hair. Most people were dressed in casual clothing but his were quite formal. I should also point out that he was not old. He had quite a youthful face and could have been in his late 30s or early 40s at most.
His manner was not at all threatening - it was admonishing, like a father figure. I certainly felt as if I had been gently told off. It was very strange and almost as if he were from another era...