I'm not going to bring him cake after all.

[roseembolism]

When I went back to the apartment to show the damage to my insurance agent, I arrived to find him conducting his interview with my downstairs neighbor; an interview that mostly consisted of said neighbor complaining about me.  He  was taking the opportunity of a captive audience to list off all the problems he had had with us, from falling flower pots, to noises, to our watering our plants wetting his porch. It was bad of me to listen in, but I couldn't help overhearing my neighbor stating that he had heard the closet door opening, and something running around upstairs...he concluded that we must have been home, gone outside when the leak started, and evidently hid in the car for several hours, to come back when the repair people came.   The beleaguered agent's response to the litany of complaints was simply "I'm just here to get the information about your damages."

I DID like the part where Neighbor of Mine complained that because we had been living here for years, the management wasn't taking his complaints seriously.  I'm nevertheless thinking of getting an affidavit from oh, six or seven people who saw us at the party.

But in any case, my sympathy for my neighbor has declined quite a bit.  

No cake for them.

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[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

In fact, I think they need some anti-cake.

[roseembolism.livejournal.com]

I was thinking of that. Or delicately poising a chocolate cake on our balcony railing, and giving it just the slightest push, to see it go *SPLUT!* on his porch down below.

But no, that would remove my moral high ground. And I'll need all the high ground I can get, should he devolve into a brain -eating zombie someday.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Are you sure he isn't already? He may simply not have been hungry when the insurance agent came by.

[roseembolism.livejournal.com]

He's amazingly verbal for a brain-dead zombie, especially when it comes to complaining.

[rfmcdpei.livejournal.com]

Speaking as someone who lived in a place for two years alongside (among stabler members) someone who was an Austrian who collected Nazi paraphrenialia and didn't like the Jews, you've my heartfelt sympathies.

[roseembolism.livejournal.com]

Wow. Now that's a creepy situation. It reminds me of the time I had a sullen housemate who would just sit on the couch watching Dirty Harry movies, while cleaning his .44 magnum.

I should have decided against moving into that apartment when I saw the bullet hole in the wall from when his gun went off accidentally. But I was a student, and desperate for a place to stay. After two months though, I was piling furniture up against the bedroom door to have time enough to escape if he went berserk.

I'm just surprised I never saw him in newspaper headlines.

[rfmcdpei.livejournal.com]

Wow. Now that's a creepy situation.

It wasn't as if he wasn't friendly. He showed me the coat that a soldier at Stalingrad wore, made out of the rabbit skins that housewives in Germany donated to keep their fighting men in good keep.

It reminds me of the time I had a sullen housemate who would just sit on the couch watching Dirty Harry movies, while cleaning his .44 magnum.

Um. Meep? Clearly, that's ... um, again.

[silverstreak.livejournal.com]

No cake? You mean his options are now "or death"?
Well, ok, but I'm not cleaning up THAT mess.

Dude, if you gave him cake he would find some reason to complain about it. Some people are never happy and are constantly looking for others to blame for their unhappiness. Your downstairs neighbor is one of these people and in a way I feel sorry for his pitiful little life.

But not THAT sorry.

No cake? You mean his options are now "or death"?

[anam-moon.livejournal.com]

Well, we only had three bits and we didn't expect such a rush!

If they were to give him cake he would probably say that he was on a gluten-free diet and that roseembolism was clearly trying to kill him. :p

[etoilenoir959.livejournal.com]

Why do people have to be so righteous about themselves and so disgruntled towards others? =/

[racerxmachina.livejournal.com]

They DID take him seriously-- they had our hallway floor replaced.

Spoke to the manager. She knows he's lying about us. She's basically going to ignore anything he says about us from here on in. I'm not saying that we should be loud and obnoxious hereafter, but I don't think I am going to worry so much about anything he says or does any more.