01-27-2003, 03:09 PM
I need help with a genuine nut case.
My neighbor is crazy. I mean, she often discusses the time that space aliens abducted her. No shit, really nuts.
Well, my problem is her obsessive compulsive disorder. Never mind that she sweeps 24 hours a day, or that she rearranges my garbage and recyclables, but she did something recently that has put me over the edge.
It started with a Christmas tree. Not mine, mind you, but some random fucking tree. It appeared next to where I park my car behind the house. I moved it to the opposite side of the parking lot, where the fucking garbage cans are kept, and it got up and walked back to the side of my car. I kept moving it back to the designated garbage area and every time I looked out of the window, it was back beside my car. So, last Monday, I moved it to the front of the house for collection, even though it isn’t my tree. I went inside, and ten minutes later when I came out, it was turned the opposite way. I turned it back so it didn’t block the driveway. She moved it back. Later that night, around 1 a.m. she got into a fight with my next door neighbor, because she put it in front of his house. So, anywho, the next day, the tree is collected. End of story? I think not.
I change my own oil. I have a container to collect the oil that I choose not to store in the house. I thought it made sense to keep it by the garbage and recyclables. The crazy lady thinks not. She began putting it where I park. I would have to get out of my car, move the can, and then park. But, then she’s just put it behind my car when I’m not looking. I began to move the can all over the property, just to piss her off. But, it would always come back to be behind my car. She also put a half full coolant container behind my chick’s car. Finally, on Saturday, I went to Home Depot and bought 3 feet of 1/4" chain and a lock. I loosely locked the fucking oil container to the fence. She moved it within 15 minutes to the extreme range of the chain. Big deal she moved it a foot. So, seeing that I’m getting a bit perplexed at this situation, I locked the coolant can and the oil can as tightly as I could to the fence. Aha, I thought, now you can’t move it at all. Na na na. This morning, I found the coolant container behind Jen’s car again. It had been cut through with a hack saw.
Keep in mind that this lady is nuts. I often see her walking the streets, randomly going through complete strangers’ garbage cans. She sweeps the sidewalk 24 hour hours a day. My front lawn, is completely dirt, because she has swept the grass away. She often complains of being shot by alien laser beams. I could go on and on, but you probably aren’t even reading this far.
Now, being as you are all sick fucks, skilled in the art of revenge, what should I do? How do you REALLY fuck with a person with OCD? Mind you, this property is NOT her property.
My neighbor is crazy. I mean, she often discusses the time that space aliens abducted her. No shit, really nuts.
Well, my problem is her obsessive compulsive disorder. Never mind that she sweeps 24 hours a day, or that she rearranges my garbage and recyclables, but she did something recently that has put me over the edge.
It started with a Christmas tree. Not mine, mind you, but some random fucking tree. It appeared next to where I park my car behind the house. I moved it to the opposite side of the parking lot, where the fucking garbage cans are kept, and it got up and walked back to the side of my car. I kept moving it back to the designated garbage area and every time I looked out of the window, it was back beside my car. So, last Monday, I moved it to the front of the house for collection, even though it isn’t my tree. I went inside, and ten minutes later when I came out, it was turned the opposite way. I turned it back so it didn’t block the driveway. She moved it back. Later that night, around 1 a.m. she got into a fight with my next door neighbor, because she put it in front of his house. So, anywho, the next day, the tree is collected. End of story? I think not.
I change my own oil. I have a container to collect the oil that I choose not to store in the house. I thought it made sense to keep it by the garbage and recyclables. The crazy lady thinks not. She began putting it where I park. I would have to get out of my car, move the can, and then park. But, then she’s just put it behind my car when I’m not looking. I began to move the can all over the property, just to piss her off. But, it would always come back to be behind my car. She also put a half full coolant container behind my chick’s car. Finally, on Saturday, I went to Home Depot and bought 3 feet of 1/4" chain and a lock. I loosely locked the fucking oil container to the fence. She moved it within 15 minutes to the extreme range of the chain. Big deal she moved it a foot. So, seeing that I’m getting a bit perplexed at this situation, I locked the coolant can and the oil can as tightly as I could to the fence. Aha, I thought, now you can’t move it at all. Na na na. This morning, I found the coolant container behind Jen’s car again. It had been cut through with a hack saw.
Keep in mind that this lady is nuts. I often see her walking the streets, randomly going through complete strangers’ garbage cans. She sweeps the sidewalk 24 hour hours a day. My front lawn, is completely dirt, because she has swept the grass away. She often complains of being shot by alien laser beams. I could go on and on, but you probably aren’t even reading this far.
Now, being as you are all sick fucks, skilled in the art of revenge, what should I do? How do you REALLY fuck with a person with OCD? Mind you, this property is NOT her property.
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