Musings from the wee hours--feel free to add your own nightmares.

SweetWitch

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Yes, that's right. 2:03 AM. I was up writing at this hour for one reason: That GD, brillo-headed, worthless, stupid, ignorant, loud-mouthed, son-of-a-pickled hamster boy next door--whose parentage I now call into question--has decided to take this time to fire up one of his useless, broken-down rebuilt cars with a set of jumper cables and his friend's muffler-less over-sized pickup truck with a loud diesel engine. Gunned. At full throttle. Unending. Never ceasing.

Now, it was cold outside. I was in my nightshirt. Barefooted. Didn't bother with shoes or a robe. Didn't bother with modesty. Didn't flippin' care. Have I mentioned I was a touch angry? He woke me. He woke my crippled, pain-riddled husband, which meant I had to deal with him. They were revving their motors outside our bedroom windows.

Did I mention the hour? Who the heck does this idiot think he is? No, really. I want to know. All day long, in his father's driveway, he's rebuilding cars. All. Day. Long. Not a single vehicle he has worked on has a muffler. I work from home. Sometimes I like the windows open. I can't have them open. The motors are too loud. He must work nights because he takes off in the middle of the night—every night—with a powerful explosion of a gunned, un-muzzled engine.

I try to be a good neighbor. I truly do. I try not to complain about how the seven little curtain-climbers over there scream and holler and cuss like sailors. I try not to complain when they steal my firewood and do God-knows-what with it. I try not to complain every few days when I have to clean all their garbage and broken toys out of my yard. I try not to complain when those kids are on their 4-wheelers and dirt bikes with loud motors as soon as they get off the bus because kids need to have fun. I don't even mention that I can't use my gazebo to write in because of all the never-ending noise. I try. I really do.

But last night I was done.

So, in my nightshirt with no shoes, no coat, boobs flopping as I stomped across the yard, I stormed up to the little twat and yelled. I scared the holy religion into that boy when he saw me in his car window. I yelled loud enough so he could hear me over his loud vehicles. I yelled so loud every dog in the neighborhood started barking. Lights came on all over. I was standing with frozen, wet feet on the gravely road at 2:03 AM yelling at a 19-year-old without enough sense to realize it was the middle of the night.

And do you know what he said to me? You're going to love this.

"I'm trying to start my car."

Really? OMG! We have a genius here, ladies and gentlemen. A true genius.

I weep for the future.
 
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I feel for you sweetwitch. Our neighborhood is a thoroughfare for loud obnoxious booming hip-hop music at all hours of the night. Unfortunately, the county has no noise ordinance. Ever watch your windows vibrate?
 
OMG what a nightmare existence, poor you! But I'm glad that you made a stand, enough really is enough! I'm sure you'll get plenty of good advice on how to deal with the situation including "sugar in the gas tank", but why not see it as an opportunity? I'm sure you've already thought of "101 Uses for a Dead Moron", or rather, "101 Deaths for a Useless Moron" so why not put it on paper?
 
I feel for you sweetwitch. Our neighborhood is a thoroughfare for loud obnoxious booming hip-hop music at all hours of the night. Unfortunately, the county has no noise ordinance. Ever watch your windows vibrate?

Yes. Last night, in fact. Nasty things at 2 AM, those bid diesels. Personally, I feel that big truck was probably a reflection on the size of the young man's dick. But I could be wrong.

Gosh, girl, you write well when you are angry. :)

Thank you. I normally write angry. It's been my main outlet since I was 11.

OMG what a nightmare existence, poor you! But I'm glad that you made a stand, enough really is enough! I'm sure you'll get plenty of good advice on how to deal with the situation including "sugar in the gas tank", but why not see it as an opportunity? I'm sure you've already thought of "101 Uses for a Dead Moron", or rather, "101 Deaths for a Useless Moron" so why not put it on paper?

I just did, electronically speaking.

Shit neighbour, top notch writing!

Thank you.

Molly does have a way with words. ;)

Aw, thanks, Tex. You say the sweetest things.
 
Oh, and the brillo-headed little Irish twat just blew past with his loud muffler, went around the corner, did a donut at top speed, and blew past again, gunning it as hard as he could.

I'm thinking, tire spikes. I might just know a cop or two who would be willing to loan me a few.
 
A potato shoved into a tailpipe can do wonders. Sugar in the gas doesn't work, but if there's no locking gas cap, drop in a ping-pong ball. (*) If those aren't your style, file constant complaints -- to police, city/county council, media, etc. I'd be tempted to start a ShitheadNeighbor.org website and post "<=== SHITHEAD NEIGHBOR" signs (with the URL) near your property line.

Good luck.
 
A potato shoved into a tailpipe can do wonders. Sugar in the gas doesn't work, but if there's no locking gas cap, drop in a ping-pong ball. (*) If those aren't your style, file constant complaints -- to police, city/county council, media, etc. I'd be tempted to start a ShitheadNeighbor.org website and post "<=== SHITHEAD NEIGHBOR" signs (with the URL) near your property line.

Good luck.

Moth balls work. The engine has more power even for a short period of time and then.... Let it sit for a few hours and it's locked up like it's welded.
 
Forget about putting something in his gas tank. I have a better idea how to keep him from even getting in his car.

Capture a few Huntsman spiders. I have a whole nest of them where I live and they are huge, about 2" long with a 6" leg span, I measured one, and they are nasty looking.

I guarantee you that if you put a few of those in his car and they suddenly appear while he's driving, he'll park his car by the side of the road and walk home.
 
I learned this one from my brothers.

Take a nail, a matchstick, or a screw and put it in between the valve stem and the wheel. As he drives he'll have a slow leak. As the tire flattens whatever you put in there will fall away and he'll be left with a flat tire.

He'll be spending his time removing his tires and checking them for leaks (lol). You'll be the one driving him crazy, especially if you pick a different tire each week.

 
You could always get creative with Superglue.

Glue his car door locks, his trunk lock, and his valve stems. That will take him a while to fix those.

Over the years, I've had some nasty ex-boyfriends who wouldn't take no for an answer and leave me alone.

If you have access to the inside of his car just before he comes out to start it, you could always superglue his car seat, seat and back, his gear shift, and his steering wheel.
 
Just a thought...

If he's still not getting the message, you could pay a few dollars for Rocco, Angelo, and Vito to, um...talk to him and make him understand how you need your sleep.

"What? Come again? You were what? Starting your car at 2 in the morning. Lemme show you what that noise sounds like against your head with this hammer when you're trying to sleep."
 
Sugar in the gas tank.

Or, something I did to a similar neighbor. Go over, pop the hood and pull the spark plug wires off and take them with you.:D
 
I ponder how she'd have written whilst giving birth (I'm told it can cause all manner of anger and pain).



Oh, but she sure does !


Molly,
I suppose a 12-bore is a bit extreme ?

HP, dear, during childbirth, I was too busy trying to bleed out and cardiac emergencies to get angry. The only thing I was angry about was that they wouldn't get me any food. 54 hour of no sustenance and 33 hours of hard labor left me a little hungry.

And, yes, a 12-bore would be a bit extreme.

A potato shoved into a tailpipe can do wonders. Sugar in the gas doesn't work, but if there's no locking gas cap, drop in a ping-pong ball. (*) If those aren't your style, file constant complaints -- to police, city/county council, media, etc. I'd be tempted to start a ShitheadNeighbor.org website and post "<=== SHITHEAD NEIGHBOR" signs (with the URL) near your property line.

Good luck.

Well, since it has no muffler, there is no tailpipe.

Moth balls work. The engine has more power even for a short period of time and then.... Let it sit for a few hours and it's locked up like it's welded.

A bit extreme, again.

This isn't a bad kid. The family is not a bad family. I think they are more used to living in more rural climes with fewer neighbors. They are, in fact, good and generous people. They just don't know how to be good neighbors.

I may--if I can find the time this weekend--bake a batch of my famous cookies, take them over and sit down with the parents. As long as I get a little sleep, I can be quite diplomatic.

My neighbor mows her grass around 9 oclock at night.

Is she allergic to the sun or something? :eek:
 
Forget about putting something in his gas tank. I have a better idea how to keep him from even getting in his car.

Capture a few Huntsman spiders. I have a whole nest of them where I live and they are huge, about 2" long with a 6" leg span, I measured one, and they are nasty looking.

I guarantee you that if you put a few of those in his car and they suddenly appear while he's driving, he'll park his car by the side of the road and walk home.

Well, now, since the boy is terrified of spiders, this sounds like fun--but I wouldn't want to cause him harm, so I'll abstain.

I learned this one from my brothers.

Take a nail, a matchstick, or a screw and put it in between the valve stem and the wheel. As he drives he'll have a slow leak. As the tire flattens whatever you put in there will fall away and he'll be left with a flat tire.

He'll be spending his time removing his tires and checking them for leaks (lol). You'll be the one driving him crazy, especially if you pick a different tire each week.


Very sneaky.

You could always get creative with Superglue.

Glue his car door locks, his trunk lock, and his valve stems. That will take him a while to fix those.

Over the years, I've had some nasty ex-boyfriends who wouldn't take no for an answer and leave me alone.

If you have access to the inside of his car just before he comes out to start it, you could always superglue his car seat, seat and back, his gear shift, and his steering wheel.

I've had a few guys in the past with the same sort of dementia. I tend to be more hands-on. I left one lying outside a bar where I worked. I'm afraid he was a bloody mess when I stepped over him and returned to work. The bouncer saw the blood on my hands, went outside to see what happened and came back in laughing so hard he almost pissed himself. Then he called an ambulance. No one saw a thing. The police called it a random act of violence and wrote their report. I loved the people in that bar.

Just a thought...

If he's still not getting the message, you could pay a few dollars for Rocco, Angelo, and Vito to, um...talk to him and make him understand how you need your sleep.

"What? Come again? You were what? Starting your car at 2 in the morning. Lemme show you what that noise sounds like against your head with this hammer when you're trying to sleep."

Rocco's okay, but Vito and Angelo always want something in trade. I'm already married to an Italian. I don't need more of them sniffing around.

Sugar in the gas tank.

Or, something I did to a similar neighbor. Go over, pop the hood and pull the spark plug wires off and take them with you.:D

These were all lovely suggestions, but not necessarily conducive to good neighbor relations. I should not have been out there screaming at the boy while barely dressed in the middle of the night. I have to admit that I made an ass of myself. It was a touch uncool. The anger I had for the boy has dissipated. He was, after all, trying to get to work and is helping to support his father's large family. He is responsible and ambitious. He is the things that many of today's youth are lacking. He just needs to be reminded of noise ordinances and being considerate to his neighbors. I'll work on my temper.
 
He is the things that many of today's youth are lacking.
He just needs to be reminded of noise ordinances and being considerate to his neighbors. I'll work on my temper.

I rather think he needs reminding about fitting a "muffler" (we call it "an Exhaust system") if he's going to drive at 02.30.
Your cookie remedy might work better, though.
More power to your elbow, Molly.
 
I rather think he needs reminding about fitting a "muffler" (we call it "an Exhaust system") if he's going to drive at 02.30.
Your cookie remedy might work better, though.
More power to your elbow, Molly.

My elbow? It's called an exhaust system here, too, and also muffler.
 
A doozy of a scene, well described. I have to agree, the cookies might get you farther in the long run. :rose:
 
A doozy of a scene, well described. I have to agree, the cookies might get you farther in the long run. :rose:

Yeah, thanks. Unfortunately, I was not thinking cookies at the given hour. I was thinking my sleep was disrupted. I should have take a few minutes to calm down and maybe a couple shots of vodka.
 
Yeah, thanks. Unfortunately, I was not thinking cookies at the given hour. I was thinking my sleep was disrupted. I should have take a few minutes to calm down and maybe a couple shots of vodka.

Hmmmm! Pissed off, half dressed, half asleep, and jacked up on Vodka. What could possible go wrong in this situation. :D
 
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