I don't know about you guys, but I hate it when people touch my stuff and rearrange it.
That includes my outdoor stuff. The landlord of the rental house where I'm still living while I apartment hunt, sent some guys to paint the driveway and patio with some terra cotta colored concrete paint.
They left a few hours ago and most of my potted plants are kicked over, an empty bucket of paint was left dripping on one of my patio chairs, my little gothic gargoyle is chipped, I have no idea where my windchime went and the level of the meats in the chest freezer in the garage has suspiciously gone down, like someone went grocery shopping for meat in the chest freezer.
If anyone wonders why I'm sometimes quiet and suspicious of new people, this is why.
They could have painted the driveway and patio neatly and quietly and left. Instead they made a bunch of noise all day long and trashed the place. Now I'm in a rotten mood. That was a day ruiner.
Have you ever dealt with people who don't respect your possessions because they are outdoor possessions?
Just because something is outside doesn't make it everyone's property.
I can't wait to move into an apartment this year. It's a smaller space but at least everyone can't access a private balcony, unless they happen to be Spider Man.
That includes my outdoor stuff. The landlord of the rental house where I'm still living while I apartment hunt, sent some guys to paint the driveway and patio with some terra cotta colored concrete paint.
They left a few hours ago and most of my potted plants are kicked over, an empty bucket of paint was left dripping on one of my patio chairs, my little gothic gargoyle is chipped, I have no idea where my windchime went and the level of the meats in the chest freezer in the garage has suspiciously gone down, like someone went grocery shopping for meat in the chest freezer.
If anyone wonders why I'm sometimes quiet and suspicious of new people, this is why.
They could have painted the driveway and patio neatly and quietly and left. Instead they made a bunch of noise all day long and trashed the place. Now I'm in a rotten mood. That was a day ruiner.
Have you ever dealt with people who don't respect your possessions because they are outdoor possessions?
Just because something is outside doesn't make it everyone's property.
I can't wait to move into an apartment this year. It's a smaller space but at least everyone can't access a private balcony, unless they happen to be Spider Man.