I live in very nice apartments in a very nice part of town. We moved into them a year ago - and at first had really nice neighbors. But they moved. Now we have
on the very bottom floor - thugs who stand on the sidewalk wearing only shorts that are barely hanging on and smoking one cigarette after the other and throwing the butts on the steps or the sidewalk. I have also witnessed these two "thugs" sitting on the tailgate of my husband's pick up truck, drinking, eating, smoking and throwing their trash in the back of his truck and all over the parking lot.
Also on the very bottom floor we have a mysterious family - one or two "Arab" men who dress normally and a whole bunch of women and children - all of the females are covered from head to toe in black. Very scary and very questionable. You can only see the women and children if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night and hear them going to their van.
On the ground floor we have (and I guess I can't really say what I think because, alas, I will offend SOMEONE), so we'll just call one of those apartments a den of iniquity. There are two other apartments on that floor that are occupied, but they are decent families and very quiet.
And then on the top floor is my family. Across from me are - I don't know what nationality they are - we'll call them "middle eastern". They officially moved in during the month of February, but it's the end of June now and every week around 11:30 PM, a big rental truck pulls in and about 6 big guys run up and down the stairs lugging things. They are so loud and so disrespectful to the rest of the building that's trying to sleep. Not only that, but they leave their drink cans directly infront of my door. This happens like clockwork. I am afraid of what they are storing in that apartment. I really am.
Directly next door to me are my personal favorite neighbors! The oldest girl likes to stand outside my door and talk on her cell phone, in her underwear - yes, sports bras are underwear! And very short shorts! She also likes to hang out with a whole bunch of guys in the parking lot and play bass way too loud. Only, now she's pregnant and the guys don't come around anymore. She has a younger sister who is following her example. There is a younger brother and I really feel sorry for him. They have a Mercedes that they double park. They also have this stupid dog that pees on everyone's doormat. And, at any given time they can have up to 7 bags of garbage outside their door in the breezeway. Love it.
I walk around the whole complex and don't see trash on the ground except in front of our building. Every week I pick it up. I scoop up the cigarrette butts and throw them down the stairs where the thugs live. No one knows how I look forward to moving day!
on the very bottom floor - thugs who stand on the sidewalk wearing only shorts that are barely hanging on and smoking one cigarette after the other and throwing the butts on the steps or the sidewalk. I have also witnessed these two "thugs" sitting on the tailgate of my husband's pick up truck, drinking, eating, smoking and throwing their trash in the back of his truck and all over the parking lot.
Also on the very bottom floor we have a mysterious family - one or two "Arab" men who dress normally and a whole bunch of women and children - all of the females are covered from head to toe in black. Very scary and very questionable. You can only see the women and children if you happen to wake up in the middle of the night and hear them going to their van.
On the ground floor we have (and I guess I can't really say what I think because, alas, I will offend SOMEONE), so we'll just call one of those apartments a den of iniquity. There are two other apartments on that floor that are occupied, but they are decent families and very quiet.
And then on the top floor is my family. Across from me are - I don't know what nationality they are - we'll call them "middle eastern". They officially moved in during the month of February, but it's the end of June now and every week around 11:30 PM, a big rental truck pulls in and about 6 big guys run up and down the stairs lugging things. They are so loud and so disrespectful to the rest of the building that's trying to sleep. Not only that, but they leave their drink cans directly infront of my door. This happens like clockwork. I am afraid of what they are storing in that apartment. I really am.
Directly next door to me are my personal favorite neighbors! The oldest girl likes to stand outside my door and talk on her cell phone, in her underwear - yes, sports bras are underwear! And very short shorts! She also likes to hang out with a whole bunch of guys in the parking lot and play bass way too loud. Only, now she's pregnant and the guys don't come around anymore. She has a younger sister who is following her example. There is a younger brother and I really feel sorry for him. They have a Mercedes that they double park. They also have this stupid dog that pees on everyone's doormat. And, at any given time they can have up to 7 bags of garbage outside their door in the breezeway. Love it.
I walk around the whole complex and don't see trash on the ground except in front of our building. Every week I pick it up. I scoop up the cigarrette butts and throw them down the stairs where the thugs live. No one knows how I look forward to moving day!
