06-06-2012, 06:23 PM
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Oh and today, I'm in the doctor's office and while I'm in the waiting room, I see the landscapers come to maintain the lot.
They are parked FAR from my car.
When I get out to get into my car, there are wood chips all over the thing. I am red with rage. I thought just a little on the hood, but noooo, roof and rear as well. I also have a fistful of chips in the rain gutters in the trunk.
I ask these [probably] illegals how they think it's acceptable to have my car full of wood chips and do nothing about it? They turn their backs on me and pretend not to hear me. Two of them even pretend not to speak or understand English. Which I loudly shouted that they should stop pretending to not understand me because I know damn well they understand English.
I got up at the crack of dawn today and washed the car too.
I called the office and got the answering machine.
I called three times.
I finally got a call back just now. This arrogant prick Mike is all kinds of huffy with me trying to tell me that there was a gust of wind that blew some chips onto my car.
Sorry, I was there. There was no gust of wind, let alone one that will blow wood chips 50 feet onto only my car.
Two pictures, you can see all the chips on the car. I already pushed some off but you can see where their truck is in relation to my car. I also parked in an end slot. Now you mean to tell me that the wind can blow from 50+ feet away onto only my car?
Bullshit.
These assholes were tossing chips via wheelbarrow all around the lot and my car, that's how they got on there.
One guy saw how pissed I was and saw me taking pics and offered me the street broom to take the chips off with. I don't think so, asshole.
Why do men take women for morons in situations like this? I swear I'm tempted to call immigration and make life hell for them all.
I've been in construction since '78 either with my ex's company, and through Matt's job. I can swing a hammer with the best of them and I KNOW how things are done. I also know that wind does not blow wood chips only onto my car. Fuck them
They are parked FAR from my car.
When I get out to get into my car, there are wood chips all over the thing. I am red with rage. I thought just a little on the hood, but noooo, roof and rear as well. I also have a fistful of chips in the rain gutters in the trunk.
I ask these [probably] illegals how they think it's acceptable to have my car full of wood chips and do nothing about it? They turn their backs on me and pretend not to hear me. Two of them even pretend not to speak or understand English. Which I loudly shouted that they should stop pretending to not understand me because I know damn well they understand English.
I got up at the crack of dawn today and washed the car too.
I called the office and got the answering machine.
I called three times.
I finally got a call back just now. This arrogant prick Mike is all kinds of huffy with me trying to tell me that there was a gust of wind that blew some chips onto my car.
Sorry, I was there. There was no gust of wind, let alone one that will blow wood chips 50 feet onto only my car.
Two pictures, you can see all the chips on the car. I already pushed some off but you can see where their truck is in relation to my car. I also parked in an end slot. Now you mean to tell me that the wind can blow from 50+ feet away onto only my car?
Bullshit.
These assholes were tossing chips via wheelbarrow all around the lot and my car, that's how they got on there.
One guy saw how pissed I was and saw me taking pics and offered me the street broom to take the chips off with. I don't think so, asshole.
Why do men take women for morons in situations like this? I swear I'm tempted to call immigration and make life hell for them all.
I've been in construction since '78 either with my ex's company, and through Matt's job. I can swing a hammer with the best of them and I KNOW how things are done. I also know that wind does not blow wood chips only onto my car. Fuck them
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