We have these neighbors that got their car repossessed or some shit and they've hit up my husband for rides. At first, it was fairly tolerable as they were wanting rides to the nearby supermarket, and food is essential, so we were okay with that. We've also been in a position where we needed help with rides, but we asked very sparingly so as not to be a pain in the ass to people. But these two...Jesus fucking Christ.
The requests became more frequent, wanting rides to the pawn shop, doctors appointments, out to the market that isn't exactly close to home, etc. They provided gas when they could, which wasn't always, though. There were petty requests to take them to the further away laundromat at odd times of the day when there's a laundromat in our complex.
The occasional knocks on the door became daily. I started really losing my shit when the girlfriend knocked on our door at 2 in the fucking morning, twice the same night. I peered through the peephole and just watched her standing there looking like she was tweaked out or something, and I sure as shit didn't open the door. Eventually she left, and the next morning we found out that her boyfriend had an injured back and was wanting a ride to the hospital. They don't call ambulances as they both have warrants and worry that cops will show up as well. So somehow, we were deemed their emergency contact to them, and have since requested a few more rides to the hospital because the boyfriend is so fucking accident prone.
Then there was the knock at 7 in the morning wanting my husband to drive out to the boyfriend's mom's house because her alarms were going off and nobody was home. Why the mother never made arrangements with her own neighbors to handle this situation should it arise, I have no clue. I, being very sleepy still, very crossly told the girlfriend I'd tell my husband but was doubtful he'd get up for that shit before shutting the door. My husband very smartly stayed in bed, the equivalent of "Fuck that" uttered from his tired lips.
This shit has gone on for almost a year. My husband is a very sweet guy who finds it hard to say no to people. I, on the other hand, have no issues saying what needs to be said, but for the sake of civility, I have restrained myself.
Now our car is broke down. I think we need a new fuel pump, and while it sucks being temporarily stranded, I'm not as annoyed as I could be. That same day, the girlfriend came by, saying her boyfriend needed a new cell phone or some stupid bullshit, to which my husband replied "You know what? Our car's broke down." She was shocked, asked what was wrong, and then turned and walked off, not even saying she hoped we'd get it fixed as we are now no longer any use to them. I have never had such a perverse pleasure in hearing my husband shoot someone down as much as I did that day.
We're hermits by nature. The maddening daily knocks, sometimes two or three times a day, have ceased. It's been a week of blissful silence, just as we were used to. Absolutely heavenly.
I'm curious about which poor sap they've been hitting up recently as I'm sure the won't be nearly as patient as my husband is. Once our car is fixed, if I see them wandering over with that mooching look in their eyes, I already told my husband that I'll just straight up blow up at them to get their shit together and buy a cheap little car so that the rest of us can be left in peace.
Fuck mooching neighbors.
anonymousHome January 24, 2020 at 5:36 pm00