Well, I flew back from the holiday break at my mom’s house. It was stressful and not relaxing because she’s getting up there in age and there was a lot of stuff I needed to do with her.
Anyway, a few things happened with getting home that made the trip longer. Had to check in my carry-on at the gate because no room, so I had to wait for my bag to come through on carousel. Then, I had to walk 20 minutes to where my car was parked, because I took the cheap park-and-walk option like a chump. Finally got to my car, but by the time it was evening traffic, so it took me 45 minutes to get home.
I pull into the garage and am getting my bags out of the trunk, when my neighbor comes up with a cheery “hi!”. Then she rails into me about how much she hates my dog barking, and that it’s been 2 years of my dog barking, and I’m super inconsiderate because I don’t bring him in after he barks twice, like she does with hers, and all the neighbors think the same. Also, she rents another house close by with tenants who work night shift and go to sleep at 2am, so my dog barking at 9am is also inconsiderate.
I was so fucking tired. This dumbass lady… I hadn’t even been living here for two years. Her dog barks a ton, my dog sometimes replies to her dog barking. My dog barks but not for hours on end, just a normal amout before I get him in, which is a fucking miracle in itself because he’s a great pyrenees. I’ve spoken to the neighbors, none of them think my dog barks too much, and how tf am I supposed to know you rent to night dwellers?? Tell them to get a fucking noise machine and put it on blast while they sleep, it’s fucking 9am, there’s a shit ton of noise everywhere. They’re replacing the roof two houses down and start at 6, the day time is fucking loud. Also, lady, I haven’t been home for a week. DO YOU SEE THE SUITCASE IVE PULLED OUT OF THE CAR??
What I said though is “thanks for letting me know, have a good day.”
Well, I flew back from the holiday break at my mom’s house. It was stressful and not relaxing because she’s getting up there in age and there was a lot of stuff I needed to do with her.
Anyway, a few things happened with getting home that made the trip longer. Had to check in my carry-on at the gate because no room, so I had to wait for my bag to come through on carousel. Then, I had to walk 20 minutes to where my car was parked, because I took the cheap park-and-walk option like a chump. Finally got to my car, but by the time it was evening traffic, so it took me 45 minutes to get home.
I pull into the garage and am getting my bags out of the trunk, when my neighbor comes up with a cheery “hi!”. Then she rails into me about how much she hates my dog barking, and that it’s been 2 years of my dog barking, and I’m super inconsiderate because I don’t bring him in after he barks twice, like she does with hers, and all the neighbors think the same. Also, she rents another house close by with tenants who work night shift and go to sleep at 2am, so my dog barking at 9am is also inconsiderate.
I was so fucking tired. This dumbass lady… I hadn’t even been living here for two years. Her dog barks a ton, my dog sometimes replies to her dog barking. My dog barks but not for hours on end, just a normal amout before I get him in, which is a fucking miracle in itself because he’s a great pyrenees. I’ve spoken to the neighbors, none of them think my dog barks too much, and how tf am I supposed to know you rent to night dwellers?? Tell them to get a fucking noise machine and put it on blast while they sleep, it’s fucking 9am, there’s a shit ton of noise everywhere. They’re replacing the roof two houses down and start at 6, the day time is fucking loud. Also, lady, I haven’t been home for a week. DO YOU SEE THE SUITCASE IVE PULLED OUT OF THE CAR??
What I said though is “thanks for letting me know, have a good day.”