I just called the police...

Svenskaflicka

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My neighbors are having a very loud fight. I hear screaming, loud thuds, breaking glass, and drunk voices yelling.

I've just called the police, and they're sending a car over. The police woman whom I talked to said she could even hear the fight through my phone!

Scary.:(
 
I've never heard anyone squeeze that many cusses into one sentence before. Not even my dad can beat that!

What's the negative form for "impressed"?
 
Svenskaflicka said:
I've never heard anyone squeeze that many cusses into one sentence before. Not even my dad can beat that!

What's the negative form for "impressed"?

Horrified?

Stay safe in your place - let the cops take care of it!
 
My first apartment the neighbors upstairs used to go on these rampages for days. Screaming and swearing and throwing each other into the walls so hard my paintings would fall off. Even worse was when they'd make up and screw for hours. A really classy couple. The whole building celebrated when they moved.

Jayne
 
I changed jobs and moved to a different town, about twenty years ago, moving into a bachelor apartment, in what I thought was a nice, quiet building.

It was for two weeks. Then, one Friday, the 'couple' upstairs had a knock down, drag out fight. The cops came, sorted them out, and all was quiet for another two weeks, when it happened again.

This kept happening as regular as clockwork every second Friday, until I could stand it no further, and asked one of the neighbours on my floor.

They were surprised I was unaware of the story.

There was a troika living in the apartment above me. Two guys and one gal. They guys took turns taking her out each weekend, but apparently one was poor at sharing. Whenever it was the other guy's turn, he got drunk, started a fight, the cops were called, he was taken away, and the couple went out for their night on the town.

The weirdest thing about this story is, that after I had been informed about what was going on, I made an effort to see who the people above me were, exactly.

The guys were both more or less clean-cut junior exec looking types.

SHE?

Well, do you remember when Mr. Toad, in “Wind in the Willows” had to escape form London Tower in a woman's frock? In a pinch, I would have chosen Mr. Toad over the object of all this contention.

Yuck! :eek:

There's no accounting for taste! :confused:

Quasi,
 
Svenskaflicka said:
My neighbors are having a very loud fight. I hear screaming, loud thuds, breaking glass, and drunk voices yelling.

I've just called the police, and they're sending a car over. The police woman whom I talked to said she could even hear the fight through my phone!

Scary.:(

bloody hell, do they do this often love??

think yourself lucky the police took notice though, over here it takes tham about a week to answer a murder call and about 5 seconds to answer a speeding motorist call.
 
Hey!

Is everything ok? How did the idiot neighbors and the police turn out?
 
Our neighbors got into a fight one night, thuds, yelling, etc. The funniest thing - after it was over - was that it was exactly like you sometimes see in a movie.

You could the shadow of them on the upstairs bathroom window shade - him shaking her and slamming her against the wall, a thud, screams, curses, arms flying around.

We of course called the cops, who came promptly, and the next day both of them were gone - leaving their kids there alone. Scary? Yes.

Relatives came and got the kids. Never knew what became of the couple - they vanished. Good old LA!
 
jfinn:
"Even worse was when they'd make up and screw for hours."

My "parents" do the same thing.
 
I hope everything turned out alright, Flicka...

Family violence is fast becoming a real problem over here in America. But more, and more women are calling their men on the carpets than use to happen, and that's a good thing.

DS
 
I used to live next door (semi-detached) to a hostel for people who were unintentionally homeless.

Most were normal people who had been unfortunate and had lost their home from fire, flood or unemployment from a job that provided accommodation.

The few were homeless because they had been evicted. Those were frequently violent often over trivial causes.

One woman chased her "man" out of the house, over my garden fence and he took refuge on the roof of my garden shed while she waved a twelve inch carving knife at him. His offence? He hadn't peeled the potatoes properly!

Another man who wouldn't work was knifed because he objected when his woman turned back to prostitution to feed the kids.

Those were the exceptions. The norm was a battered woman. After a few months I ignored the nightly yelling and screaming and only called the cops when things started breaking or bodies were bouncing off the wall. Once, only once, I tried to intervene when a woman was on the ground outside my front door being kicked. They BOTH turned on me for interfering.

Eventually I and the other neighbours managed to get the hostel changed so that the anti-social tenants were housed with a resident warden who had authority to evict them for repeated bad behaviour. Now the same arguments take place, but never at home, usually in the park or the street. Life for the law-abiding majority of tenants and the neighbours is infinitely better but we still watch. One row and 20 people call the police simultaneously and will give evidence in court if necessary. Even if the woman will not give evidence against her man, the statements of 20 householders cannot be ignored by a court.

I hope Svenskaflicka's neighbours are sorted out.

Og
 
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Svenskaflicka said:
I've never heard anyone squeeze that many cusses into one sentence before. Not even my dad can beat that!

What's the negative form for "impressed"?

aghast?

what ended up happening?
 
Alive and well, except for a bruise...

No, I didn't get anymore involved than calling the police. They got here, I heard the police radio in their car beeping, and then it got all quiet - for about half an hour, then the fighting continued. They were a bit less loud, this time, though.

It does happen every once in a while. I think they were drunk, they sounded like that. I'll just keep calling the police, whenever they start fighting again. Sooner or later, the company that owns the building will get tired of all the complaints, and throw them out.

The bruise?

Oh, I slipped on the wet floor in my bathroom and banged my arm into the wash basin. I've got a bruise the size of the palm of my hand, it's swollen and warm, and hurts like...:devil:
 
Flicka: you need your hubby around, or at least a housekeeper/nurse. I do worry about you, am feeling like your grand auntie now.

Perdita :heart:
 
Svenskaflicka said:
. . . Would it make you feel any better if I told you that I'm at the level of 5th Kyu in Aikido?

No! Those are the people who usually meet some asshole carrying a Uzi. :eek:
 
The thing about knowing Martial Arts, is that not only can you defend yourself if you have to, but just mentioning that you DO know Martial Arts, is usually enough to keep people from messing with you.
 
The law says that I have to warn you that I'm a fifth Dan master of Dimac.

It usually works as a line; people back down. They probably wouldn't if they knew that Dimac was that fictional martial art from Robert Rankins' Brentford trilogy.

The Earl
 
oggbashan said:
Once, only once, I tried to intervene when a woman was on the ground outside my front door being kicked. They BOTH turned on me for interfering.

Og

This is why domestic violence calls have traditionally been the least favorite of any cop. That and the fact that most of the time the battered spouse refuses to press charges no matter how many times it happens.

But I lived in a town in Northern Michigan that enacted laws that allowed the police to press the charges themselves automatically. If they were called in it was understood, someone would be arrested and taken away to spend at least that night in jail. Then they'd have to go to court and either do community service, jail time or pay a stiff fine depending on what the judge deemed appropriate. It was amazing how many couples learned to control their violent impulses when statute went into effect.

Svenska, glad to hear your okay.

Jayne
 
Oooh, I'm impressed, 5th Kyu!!!

*grins*

Ex partner used to do Aikido. No, not the evil bastard, the other one.
 
I have a seventh degree black belt in Origami, :rolleyes: and the only thing it does for me, is that it keeps my pants from falling around my ankles. :eek:
 
Hmmmmm

My darling sweet gentle wifey, (*whispers*have to say that), is a blue belt in Traditional Judo bless her, I only made it to orange belt before I got fed up with the pain and hard work of it all.

I should have carried on, she beats the crap out of me now, hehe!!

On a serious note, it is a good thing for the lady folks to learn a bit of self defence tactics, even just basics to alarm an attacker and run off.

pops...............:D

PS: We must be doing something wrong around here, none of our neighbours have ever got into any more than a few heated words.
 
My response that seems to work is:

"I don't want to kill any more people."

It might help that I am large and heavy.

Og
 
Ogg:

And do you wear the cake on your head? That would scare me.

Perdita ;)
 
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