SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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So I'm making some bookshelves for the dining area. Nothing fancy, just two shelves high with a nice little railing around the top.
I go out this morning and buy the wood I need. (As well as the other things I need like Sanding Sealer and Varnish. Screws, oh you get the idea.) We also stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things.
When we get home my one neighbor is sitting on his patio with his wife and screaming Crib Critter. He watches as I unload and carry the wood inside. (Red Oak)
The groceries are put away and I measure just how long I need the boards. I mark them and carry them outside to where I can cut them conveniently. The boards are quickly cut and put back inside. I replace the saw to where I keep it and break out the Chop Saw. Now comes the little cuts. The base boards for the shelving as well as the dowels.
I'm doing my usual carefull work, I measure and check before each cut. It takes me a while as I cut ten 13 inch dowel lengths as well as the base boards. As I'm doing this here comes my neighbor beer in hand. He stands there kicking the dirt while watching me clean off the chop saw and put it inside. Then he watches as I clamp the dowels to the stand and start drilling the ends. Finally he speaks.
"Ummm, what'cha doin?"
"Cutting some wood."
"Wafor?"
"Because I'm making something for the trailer."
"Ummm, what?"
"A Book Case"
"Wafor?"
"To hold books."
"Oh, uh okay."
He wandered away with a puzzled look on his face and I continued working. Have you ever tried drilling a straight hole into the end of a dowel without a Drill Press? It can be done but it's not easy. It's even harder when you're talking with a person whose brain has been so badly fried by years of drug use they qualify for Welfare.
I was almost done with the Dowels when he comes wandering back over wife in tow. She looks at me as though I have three heads and asks me if what I had told her husband was true, that I was making a book shelf. I answered that I was and she stood there for a minute digesting this. Then she smiled her most winning sexy smile and told me I could make her one as well. I straightened up from my work and looked at her.
"Excuse me?"
"Yah, yous can make me one too."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because it would be nice."
"I see, and who would pay for the wood and other supplies?"
"You" (Said with indignation.)
"Okay, and once again, why would I want to do that?"
"Because I would be real nice to you."
"Ahhhhh, sorry but I'm not interested."
"Well, that's not bein neighborly. I think I'll complain to de Managment. Yous just being mean to me." (Yes they do talk that way.)
She stomped away and I went back to work. Before too much longer I had finished the drilling. After putting away the drill I brought the dowels inside and started putting the shelves together. Now I'm not done by any stretch of the imagination. I'm just balancing things as I check out the cuts and how it's going to look. I still have to drill the boards then treat them. I also have to measure and cut the small railing that will go around the top.
AS I'm balancing the shelves on the dowles my wife taps me on the shoulder and tells me to look at the window behind us. I turn and there are my neighbors looking in through the window. They're watching me putting this together and stomping all over my plants in the process. I get up from where I'm kneeling, go out onto the patio and tell them to leave. They do but the wife once again tells me I'm being mean to her and her husband.
Well maybe I am. I've tried being friendly with this couple and got bit in the ass for my efforts.
A while back I allowed myself to be convinced to fix their dryer. It had stopped working and they were in a panic. When I got over there with my tools I had to clear the trash away from the dryer just to get to it, and the area around the washer and dryer was the cleanest part of their place. Trash all over the place and more Cockroaches than I cared to ever see. The stench coming from the kitchen was breathtaking even for me.
I didn't say anything. I took apart their dryer and found the problem. The heater had fried. I told them where they could get one and they whined and cried about being busy so I finally went and got one. ($50.00) They even complained when I took my tool box when I went to get the part. (You can leave it here.) I fixed their dryer and then got stiffed. They didn't pay me back for the parts and they certainly didn't pay me for the work.
When I got home I took a shower after spraying down my tool box with some industrial strength bug killer.
They complained to the Park Management because I had been so mean as to ask them for the money for the heater. They also complained because I told them they might want to think about cleaning their place up. I was being mean and un-neighborly.
These are the only people I have ever seen who have two large trash cans for their bottles and cans recycle bins. They fill them in a week, which is a whole lot of beer. (Okay so my recycle bin is good sized and I drink a bit. Both beer and Tequila. I crush down the beer cans as well as my wifes soda cans. Still we only put out the recycle bin once a month.)
Tomorrow should be amusing as I take the boards outside and drill them prior to treating them. We'll see if they come over again.
Cat
I go out this morning and buy the wood I need. (As well as the other things I need like Sanding Sealer and Varnish. Screws, oh you get the idea.) We also stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things.
When we get home my one neighbor is sitting on his patio with his wife and screaming Crib Critter. He watches as I unload and carry the wood inside. (Red Oak)
The groceries are put away and I measure just how long I need the boards. I mark them and carry them outside to where I can cut them conveniently. The boards are quickly cut and put back inside. I replace the saw to where I keep it and break out the Chop Saw. Now comes the little cuts. The base boards for the shelving as well as the dowels.
I'm doing my usual carefull work, I measure and check before each cut. It takes me a while as I cut ten 13 inch dowel lengths as well as the base boards. As I'm doing this here comes my neighbor beer in hand. He stands there kicking the dirt while watching me clean off the chop saw and put it inside. Then he watches as I clamp the dowels to the stand and start drilling the ends. Finally he speaks.
"Ummm, what'cha doin?"
"Cutting some wood."
"Wafor?"
"Because I'm making something for the trailer."
"Ummm, what?"
"A Book Case"
"Wafor?"
"To hold books."
"Oh, uh okay."
He wandered away with a puzzled look on his face and I continued working. Have you ever tried drilling a straight hole into the end of a dowel without a Drill Press? It can be done but it's not easy. It's even harder when you're talking with a person whose brain has been so badly fried by years of drug use they qualify for Welfare.
I was almost done with the Dowels when he comes wandering back over wife in tow. She looks at me as though I have three heads and asks me if what I had told her husband was true, that I was making a book shelf. I answered that I was and she stood there for a minute digesting this. Then she smiled her most winning sexy smile and told me I could make her one as well. I straightened up from my work and looked at her.
"Excuse me?"
"Yah, yous can make me one too."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because it would be nice."
"I see, and who would pay for the wood and other supplies?"
"You" (Said with indignation.)
"Okay, and once again, why would I want to do that?"
"Because I would be real nice to you."
"Ahhhhh, sorry but I'm not interested."
"Well, that's not bein neighborly. I think I'll complain to de Managment. Yous just being mean to me." (Yes they do talk that way.)
She stomped away and I went back to work. Before too much longer I had finished the drilling. After putting away the drill I brought the dowels inside and started putting the shelves together. Now I'm not done by any stretch of the imagination. I'm just balancing things as I check out the cuts and how it's going to look. I still have to drill the boards then treat them. I also have to measure and cut the small railing that will go around the top.
AS I'm balancing the shelves on the dowles my wife taps me on the shoulder and tells me to look at the window behind us. I turn and there are my neighbors looking in through the window. They're watching me putting this together and stomping all over my plants in the process. I get up from where I'm kneeling, go out onto the patio and tell them to leave. They do but the wife once again tells me I'm being mean to her and her husband.
Well maybe I am. I've tried being friendly with this couple and got bit in the ass for my efforts.
A while back I allowed myself to be convinced to fix their dryer. It had stopped working and they were in a panic. When I got over there with my tools I had to clear the trash away from the dryer just to get to it, and the area around the washer and dryer was the cleanest part of their place. Trash all over the place and more Cockroaches than I cared to ever see. The stench coming from the kitchen was breathtaking even for me.
I didn't say anything. I took apart their dryer and found the problem. The heater had fried. I told them where they could get one and they whined and cried about being busy so I finally went and got one. ($50.00) They even complained when I took my tool box when I went to get the part. (You can leave it here.) I fixed their dryer and then got stiffed. They didn't pay me back for the parts and they certainly didn't pay me for the work.
When I got home I took a shower after spraying down my tool box with some industrial strength bug killer.
They complained to the Park Management because I had been so mean as to ask them for the money for the heater. They also complained because I told them they might want to think about cleaning their place up. I was being mean and un-neighborly.
These are the only people I have ever seen who have two large trash cans for their bottles and cans recycle bins. They fill them in a week, which is a whole lot of beer. (Okay so my recycle bin is good sized and I drink a bit. Both beer and Tequila. I crush down the beer cans as well as my wifes soda cans. Still we only put out the recycle bin once a month.)
Tomorrow should be amusing as I take the boards outside and drill them prior to treating them. We'll see if they come over again.
Cat
sounds like a neighbor I used to have. thank god the moved. Was so bad I hated to even go outside. if I seen them out in there yard IO would stay hide inside.
