Well, I can manage to travel to Las Vegas once a year and not get into trouble with the law, but apparently I can't manage that same feat at my own home.
Let me preface this by saying that it's really no secret that I don't like kids (those of you reading this that have kids, please don't take that personally. Most of you are good parents, which can make all the difference), but I don't go out of my way to harm them. That's just foolish. I usually try to just keep away from them altogether, and everyone is happy.
Trace called me at about 8 p.m. Thursday night to inform me that a police officer came to our house looking for "the female in the green car." That would be me, but I was at work. Apparently, our good-for-nothing neighbors complained the our fine men in blue that I "speed past their children." As in, more than once. Well, here's the thing. Or things.
1. It's virtually impossible for me to actually be breaking the speed limit upon entering or exiting my driveway/garage because of the uphill angle. I could probably gun the engine and do it, but my car is 10 years old this year, and that might kill it.
1a. How can I be "speeding past their children" if they aren't in the street where they don't belong???
2. Their children are about 3 and 4. They drive their hotwheels cars, etc. down the middle of the street on a damn near daily basis. Granted, ONE of the streets they ride on doesn't connect yet, but it is not a dead end. People live and drive on these streets. The kids' parents (one of whom graduated from my high school a year after me) amble around, following the kids down the middle of the road like it's their own private driveway. They also have been known to drive what looks like some sort of dune buggy on these same roads. It's noisy.
3. The husband works on his truck in his driveway and on the side of the road, and this also makes a lot of noise, not only due to the 'work' being done on it, but the stereo blasting the HIGHLY OBNOXIOUS and VERY COUNTRY 'music.'
4. They made NO attempt to talk to us first. No stopping us when we were outside, no note under our door, NOTHING. Just straight to the cops, who, frankly, have better things to do.
5. The people who live next door to them are trying to sell their house. They are a nice lesbian couple who keep to themselves except to say hi and talk about the weather. I wish they were staying. We have no hope of getting rid of the obnoxious neighbors. The wife's mom is the real estate agent responsible for ALL the undeveloped land in our half-built subdivision, and I believe the husband's father is a contractor. So. That's that. Of course, every time the lesbians have an open house on Sundays, the ridiculous activity in question doesn't go on until AFTER the open house is over. I hope they are warning people about the neighbors. But then, they are TRYING to sell the house. I don't guess that sort of disclosure would help that.
6. Toys and crap (including the hotwheels) is left everywhere. The day it winds up on my property, it's mine.
7. They have a yippy little mutt that runs loose behind them down the street.
It's amazing the number of times that Trace and I have actually discussed calling the cops on them for their various activities. He even told the cop that the police can expect to start hearing from us now whenever the people are doing something we don't believe to be legal. I believe we are also going to start videotaping them.
I haven't been this angry in a LONG time.
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