Ice cold
Since I moved into a duplex, I had endured the noise, the yelling and nosiness of my next-door neighbors. I tried to keep thinking that it was better than where I last lived, in a quadplex with a guy who kept dropping heavy objects, a Nigerian who played reggae 24/7 and threw parties with political themes, and two young college students who partied every day.
Well, that changed this week. There were a series of ice and snow storms. My neighbors would clear off only one-third of our mutual porch each time, leaving me to clear off the rest. This last two weeks, I decided just to clear off my half. After all, they’re responsible for their own side.
Well, on Tuesday, when about 7 inches of snow fell, I was able to clear off my half first. It was on Wednesday that I discovered that they really only clear one-third each time (before, they would clear the porch before I did). They didn’t clear their side of the sidewalk either and they never leave enough room between their two cars so that I can park my one car in front of my house. I have been able to do that only three times in the last two weeks.
Last night, in order to walk inside my home, I had to walk up their side of the porch (their part of the sidewalk turned completely into ice), break apart the top stair where their big ice pile slowly melted onto my side, and scale the siding that separates our units to get inside my home.
Today was the worse. I was on my way to an eye exam when I slipped on the last two steps of porch and bruised my knee. As their ice melted, it created a fine layer of ice that coated my side. I missed the appointment and couldn’t do any of the errands I needed to do. Plus, I reworked my work schedule to get today off so that I could do these things. Instead, I spent the afternoon hammering away every inch of ice on that porch, including their side.
Then I wrote them a letter requesting that they need to stop slacking off and do their half because I’m not doing two-thirds anymore.
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C
Good for you Tamara. Life is too short to be dealing with that drama. They’re just trying to be difficult and if you’d seriously injured yourself – there would have been static.
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