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Once upon a time I needed to find a place to hang my hat. I looked and searched and finally found a place that felt right. Having checked out the neighborhood ahead of time I moved into this place a few years ago. Read the lease, initialled that I understood the rules, signed the thing, yada yada. It's mostly been pretty darned good, truth to tell. Most of the neighbors are good neighbors, we keep an eye out for each other, help out when needed, that kind of thing. You know - community. Sure, there've been a couple that got a bit too rowdy and were reprimanded; usually they get the message, but some have been asked to take their demolition skills elsewhere.
So it was a bit surprising the day I found a couple of rather cranky types camping in the living room. They actually live across the street, but had decided that my living here somehow made their lives miserable over there. Huh. When asked to explain, they accused me of behaving as if signing a lease gave me the right to live here. Okaaaaay. When I suggested that they might find their own digs a bit less smelly if they were to remove the piles of trash and mow the weeds I was again accused, this time of being a classist snob for residing in a place with regular trash removal and lawn care. Sadly, they totally lost their cool when I suggested that tearing my place apart would do nothing to improve their place. My landlord arrived just as they started throwing rotten tomatoes at the walls, and he had them escorted from the property; he even gave them a pizza when they promised to stay away.
As soon as I shampoo the carpet and wash the walls I'll get back to enjoying this place. Finally, I'll finish the drawings of the security system that opens a trap door under the front porch, and I'm calling it "Ignore."
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