I'm beginning to regret the Condo.
The "old" people are starting to come after me like enraged Terriers on a 3 legged Pussycat.
Guy comes to my door and complains aboot my parking. We have 2 spots, one underground and another outside.
We go down to where I'm parked. I couldn't be better centered in my space if I had used a measuring tape.
Still too close to his side even though he's the one almost on the dividing line.
He's going to report me. I took pictures.
He left madder than an ill tempered Grizzly.
Two old biddies come over to visit. They noticed the decorators were doing some work.
Want to know if I got permission to decorate.
The original colors were light gray and white. That's what their friend had and it should be good enough for me. I didn't ask if I could change things. They didn't approve of my choice of furniture. Also why did I need such large speakers and they were too loud. Too loud? I haven't even plugged the receiver in yet.
I told them to FO.
Then I'm having the bathtub changed in the master bathroom which leads to more redecoration. The one there was one of those huge built in monsters where you have to climb over a tiled ledge to get in and risk a serious groin pull coming out.
I guess I didn't consult with one of the neighbors and hire his stoner son to do the job.
Everything I do has somehow stepped on toes.
Even the collapsible pull wagon I got to bring groceries and other things up to the unit so I don't have to carry them in my arms and make a couple trips is wrong.
Nobody says hello anymore. Going up in the elevator a 40 something lady said hello and the old lady with us said, "that's the guy I told you about, don't talk to him."
I'm totally persona non grata.
I hope I don't turn into one of these idle with nothing better to do Zombies.
