Beating the Doucheitude Horse “deader”…
View, 8:45 a.m.:
Three additional cars met the same fate in our condo parking lot. A few cars over on a neighboring street did as well
The culprit? Some asshole gave their child a B.B. GUN. From what I’ve
pieced together, Barnaby Jones style, is some teen was ambling up our
street (perhaps with a friend who lives in our condo complex), and when
they got to our parking lot, as they walked through, POP POP POP POP!
with the B.B. gun. And then cut through someone else’s yard to get to
the next street over (hit some more cars). I suspect the perpetrator
lives one more street beyond.
The rear windshield was hit several times. Couple that up with the
normal expansion and constriction which takes place on glass during
normal evening/early morning frost. I got in my car. Slammed the door.
And the friggin’ windshield just imploded.
At first I thought what type of parent would let their kid have a
B.B. gun in this day and age when school violence is so prevalent. Then
it occured to me that it could very well be a teen or an ADULT. This
made me steam even more. Two years into this condo, and I’m hating it.
The “fuck you” attitude in this particular area rests on the palate
about as welcoming as a pre-puke bad penny taste.
Each of us stayed home (can’t drive it in that condition); two personal days lost. Close to $300 to get the windshield repaired.
Wanna know what would be priceless? If somewhere down the line Westco
Med Center ends up with someone in the ER with a B.B. gun perma-wedged
up someone’s ass.
And to further compound the unneighborly doucheyness…
I recognized one of the other cars as being one owned by someone who
has been “friendly enough” with me. So I went to her condo to let her
know about the car, just in case she hasn’t seen it. “Oh yes, I noticed
it yesterday a.m., and noticed your car and two others…”
Um? You noticed yesterday? And this didn’t warrant a knock on my door to give me a head’s up?
It’s not that hot of a village we live in. One mile by one mile
square. It’s really more like a “pass through” armpit of a village
people drive through on their way to someplace else. Might as well be
called “Anyplace But Here.” No sidewalks. No fantastic curb appeal on
the main thoroughfare. Mindboggling traffic to get out of this area to
get to work or “anyplace but here.” Yet, we bought the condo because it
was in good condition, and the school district is fantastic… which
really seems moot when you think about my custer-flucked ovaries.
I wish we bought a HOUSE. Communal living like apartments, condos or
co-ops suck rank dingleberry-dangling, festering fistula horse ass.