Here's another question How long does it take the original bike from hell to move so far into the entrance way that I rub the front tire on the back of my hand as I wheel past?
I left at 7 a.m., and the bike was in my entry way but I could get by easily. When I got home at 4:30 p.m., my left hand hit the bike and my right wheel hit the wall.
I left a note again telling him he is blocking my entry way and added "I can't get in when you park your bike like this."
That was a small exaggeration, but I regret it because now he knows I stretch the truth.
I don't know what I would have done if I had not got my '80s CD with "8675309" on it. Things might have gotten ugly.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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3 comments:
Perhaps it is time to talk with his parents...
xo
ejd
Good Lord, boy-o. You feel bad about exagerating? You weren't exagerating. You were saying that you can't get in and out of your door without an obstruction as is your right as a property owner. It doesn't matter if you can sqeeeeeeze by his bike. You still can't get by.
Your sisters are all worked up!
xxoo
JTG
Yeah, count me among the worked up and know that parents (at least the good ones) would want to know if their child was doing something that prevented someone from getting in their front door. And parents (the bad ones) we don't care what they think. Want me to send an anonymous note to the condo association?
mtc
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