Many of you know, I currently reside on my parent’s property. They have spots for 3 RVs. When Dad was setting things up was right at the time I came off the road. So rather than buy a 3rd RV for ‘my’ spot, I moved my RV here rather than to an RV Park. Pay them rent or pay a park rent. NO brainer.
So – my RV is in the middle. I live about 20 foot or so from each trailer on either side of me. One of their tenants is just simply a passive-aggressive, inconsiderate-slob. Why do I say this? Well, he has a work van and leaves the doors open to run an extension cord inside I assume to charge some tools. The problem is, he is such a pig that his literal garbage falls out on the ground and he doesn’t pick it up. Eventually some of that garbage blows onto my spot and I end up picking it up.
He also has a habit of playing his music rather loud. Now if it was some Classic Rock, 70s era, Motown or Country – during daytime hours - that would be great, but it isn’t. And, I am officially, your music sucks, turn that shit down - old. Still during day time hours, I’ve been a good neighbor and have said nothing.
However, awhile back, he had his music pumping after 11pm at night. Thump, thump, thump. Imagine me, with my hair askew, (especially since it’s still short in the one spot growing in from my wreck last year and it likes to stick up at odd angles if I don’t tame it), night shirt, jogging pants – knocking on his door.
When he answered, I said. “Dude” – not his name, but “Dude”. “Dude, I don’t care how loud you play it during the day, but it is after 11 at night, I need to get up for work and I need to get some sleep”. He apologized and turned it down.
The problem is – the next time it happened, he simply refused to answer his door and the time after that, (passive-aggressive), so now I quit bothering to knock. But DUDE, it’s an RV and I do know how to unplug it. No, I haven’t – yet -.
So, he’s a tenant, right? So why haven’t my parents, the landlords said anything to him? Well, I asked them not to bother. I’ll be leaving here soon enough and the pig pays his rent so I’d rather just deal with it then literally have “Mommy and Daddy” step in.
The pig simply goes to work and comes home. He never goes anywhere. No one ever comes over – well, except for his Mother which is why I have now dubbed him Pig Pen Norman (Norman Bates). He’s weird, I just haven’t figured out where he’s hiding the bodies.
So – my little Arya (new puppy) served up some justice today.
Pig Pen Norman (PPN) was off at work when Arya and I went outside to do her business. She ran over to PPN’s side and promptly relieved herself, #2. I went to get the bag to pick it up and when I returned, I swear by all that is holy, I looked and looked and looked for that pile of poo. Finally, I gave up. I simply could not find it. But I want to know this….
Am I a bad person for hoping he steps in it?