(updates and photos near the bottom)
My new neighbors moved in last week.
They had trouble moving their stuff in,
because they had only one parking spot,
so I chivalrously/gallantly/nicely offered to move my car,
which, of course, they accepted.
Yesterday, July 2, 2013, I returned from shopping,
and, for the first time since the above,
parked in my usual spot, figuring that,
since I hadn't seen any further moving on their part,
they didn't need the extra (my) spot any more.
As I rolled into the lot,
I saw the woman tenant's boyfriend/ex-husband
(who, as far as I can figure, is not living with her),
sitting in his car across the spots
closest to the townhouse apartments
(he's a 20-something, muscle-bound, black, about 6'2", 200 lbs;
she's white; they have at least 2 kids, est age 2+;
I met the woman's (?) step-mom (also white),
who looks to be in her 30s,
but is probably at least in her 40s,
and seems very nice).
I actually had intended
to walk over to him and introduce myself,
like good neighbors do.
I never got the chance.
After I parked my car, which was very close to the woman's,
because the spots are narrow,
I opened my door, and barely touched hers;
nothing that doesn't occur in a million parking lots
to a million cars every day.
He jumped out of his car,
and raved, "YOU HIT MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!"
I just stood there in shock.
"THAT IS MY CAR!
IT'S HERS (she wasn't even outside)
BUT IT'S IN MY NAME!!!",
as if that had anything to do with anything.
He didn't even walk to "his" car.
Having dealt with JDs and similar, self-important,
overfed on MTV and rap video ruffians,
I kept my cool, and, after recovering,
politely said, "Sir, would you like to inspect the car for damage?"
"NO, BITCH!THAT'S MY *#$#*^ CAR!
YOU DON'T DO THAT, MAN!
GO PARK SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!"
(n.b., the parking spots aren't designated,
but it is generally accepted that the two spots
directly in front of the apartment belong to that apartment;
unfortunately, one of mine is taken by a "traffic calmer"
(ironic name, given the situation),
so, I took over one of that neighbor's spots,
but, in the year that I've had two cars
(I've lived in the apartment since 2006,
but the 2nd car was purchased in 2012),
the three previous occupants (the apartment is designated
"section 8" for low-income people) never complained;
there are tons of spots, all within easy walking distance,
but I usually carry heavy loads,
and they know it, so they've never said a thing about it).
Again, flabbergasted, I said,
"Sir, would you like to call the police?"
At this point, seeing that he wasn't getting a rise out of me,
he escalated his tirade,
ending every sentence with the word "bitch".
"Sir, if you like, I would be more than happy to call the police."
For the record, I wasn't being polite by calling him "sir":
every time he called me "bitch",
I thought, "(Call me) sir (you effin', stereotypical, steroidal, wannabe,
poor excuse for a human being)...!!!").
At that point, he huffed back to his car, and sped off
(I made a mental note of his KY license plate # 351 - NSP (see photos, below)),
leaving me to wonder whether, after my saying I would call the cops,
he's a felon on the run and didn't want to get caught.
For the record, he didn't make eye contact with me once during the tirade;
I've been told that lack of eye contact is an indication of disrespect by blacks,
and my experience tends to back that notion.
Even after he had gone,
I stood there, frozen,
wondering if I was on "Candid Camera" or "COPS"!
I snapped out of it, and unloaded my shopping.
Then, I brought out my camera,
and took shots of both the "damaged" car
(a 10+ year old car with more dings and scratches than you can count;
in other words, there was nothing that showed I had done anything),
and my car, just in case they decide to do something it.
At that point, the woman came out of the apartment,
and I briefly related what happened,
then asked if she wanted to inspect the car.
She then went off almost as much as he did
(I can see what attracted them to one another!).
Utter and complete shock.
I've lived in good apartments, not unlike this one,
- - albeit, this is my first townhouse complex - -
but, which, unfortunately, would, at some point,
be next door to JDs, drug dealers,
prostitutes, and/or section 8's, etc.
I had barely spoken with any of them,
and NONE flew off the handle for any reason,
much less for something so trivial.
I called the landlord, who I've known for years,
and told him what happened.
According to him, she had lived in a different complex of his,
and nobody had reported anything unusual to him
(a pointless statement since almost nobody calls any authority
for anything that happens any more,
preferring to suffer in silence;
that's why crime is rampant,
and we're stuck with such bad politicians,
and we rarely have more than half of registered voters
at the ballots: "It's someone else's problem."
But, I digress . . . ).
The landlord (a nice guy who has let the complex fall into disarray,
presumably due to lack of funds, since he hasn't raised the rent in 7 years)
seemed to know of the man,
though he didn't seem to know about his and the woman's relationship.
He even described both their cars to me!
I gave him the man's license plate #,
and told him that I'm setting up my video camera
and aiming it for my cars,
just in case they decide to vandalize either one.
Although I'm hoping for the best,
I doubt that an apology is coming any time soon
(I'm certainly not expecting one!),
and, though I'll settle for us ignoring each other
for the rest of their stay
(the landlord said they signed a one-year lease,
which is odd, because, mine and all the other residents
have been open-ended leases, but, I didn't ask about that),
I have a hunch that things are only going to get worse
(he drives into the complex well after midnight
blasting his car stereo,
so, clearly, he doesn't give a damn about anyone else).
Naturally, nobody else was around when all this happened.
It seems that every neighbor I've ever had, anywhere,
has been a little bit worse than the last one.
I figured writing this novella would help me to vent and calm down.
But, thanks for "listening"!
P.S. This isn't the first time I've been bullied in my apartment complex,
but, in the previous instance (in a different State),
two juvenile delinquents were evicted
after living there for two years,
not because they blasted their stereo STARTING at 2am,
but because they were caught swimming in the complex's pool
at midnight (they had to climb a 6 foot iron gate to do so).
[UPDATE] July 6, 2013
I am watching the Zimmerman trial, closely. I'm convinved that, if he is found "not guilty" (since both mothers identified the "screamer" as "their" son, the jury may have no choice but to do so, given the lack of witnesses, video, etc), there will be rioting in the streets across the nation (some for no other reason than as an excuse to loot; never mind that more blacks die at the hands of other blacks, and nothing ever comes of it, media-wise). Given that and the above, I am concerned about my well-being, as the bellicose thug may take that as an excuse to do something to me; the incident has already taken a physical toll, as my stomach has been doing flip-flops since then, I can barely eat anything (have lost 5 pounds this week), and I check every passing vehicle and person with trepidation. Paranoid or overly cautious? I have been bullied most of my life, and am used to both. And, yes, I'm considering moving (have been for a while), but, this is the best apartment complex in town, and the rent hasn't gone up since I moved in, albeit, the landscaping, et al., has suffered, presumably, because of cutbacks to maintenance due to the lack of even inflationary rises in rent. Also, this is the best town I've lived in (though, not the best apartment), in terms of the friends I've made, so I'm reluctant to leave, especially as I have no where else to go (no job in 4+ years may prevent me from getting into anything other than complexes desperate for tenants, which doesn't bode well for decent people).
[UPDATE] July 10, 2013
Per the above update, I have now lost a total of 10 pounds in two weeks (I currently weigh 165, which is where I wanted to be since January, but, I certainly didn't want to lose the weight this way). It has also cut into my already insomnia-deducting sleep: I used to get 1-3 hrs sleep a night; since this incident, less than 30 minutes a night. I realize that I can't stay here, not knowing what other trivial slight might trigger a new incident, much less lead to violence (I've been told that barking "dogs" don't bite, but I never risk that; I prefer to think that all "bad dogs" will be "put down", eventually). I have already started disposing of things I don't need - - have donated books (old and never read) and CDs to the library; gave old clothes to the Salvation Army; deposited old and unwanted electronic devices to the recycling yard, etc - - but, after doing a cursory examination of available rental units (apartments and even houses), there is nothing in this area that is suitable (some are too close to the small, local airport; many are in less-than-desireable areas; etc). I went to a nearby town to check-out its apartments. One was a very old and delapidated, two-level, garden apt with 10 small buildings and one small, central, parking lot with spaces for about 50 cars. Two of the buildings, had people sitting outside, smoking (anathema to me). One was an elderly pair of women, with one in a rocking chair, blocking the stairway; the other was a young man sitting on the stairs. The thought occurred to me that they were lookouts for whatever nefarious activity might be going on inside their respective units. Now, I'm sure that isn't the case, but you should have seen the glower they all gave me as I drove through the parking lot (I suppose it didn't help that my car has hollow mufflers (similar to the noisy resonators that people put on their vehicles' tailpipes, but hollow mufflers make a more even leveled, and, arguably, more pleasant, sound) and that my windows are heavily tinted, probably earning their suspicions about me!). The closest large city, about 25 miles away, is typical of more populated areas, with more ambient noise and, of course, more crime. Bad enough that I can't find a job; now, I can't find a home. And, the really weird thing is that, despite my emotional stress, I can't help but think about people in poor neighborhoods who live far worse every day: How do they live with it?
[UPDATE] July 14, 2013
You're not going to believe this: My ballistic next door neighbors I talked about a couple of weeks ago? Well, the woman who lives next door (Skyler [sic?]) backed out of the spot next to mine, and managed to tear off my front passenger hubcap, causing permanent damage. I happened to be looking out the window when it happened; given the way the person who parked (a little too close; it was some guy), I wasn't surprised. Fortunately, I recorded it, aiming my Hi-8 camcorder at my cars, which I have been doing since the initial incident, thinking they would willfully vandalize my car. It's just a plastic hubcap that can be easily replaced, possibly singly from a junkyard or as a set, but, that isn't the point. While I appreciate her honesty in telling me about it (I don't have an impact alarm), I hope she learned something from it: her boyfriend/ex/whatever and she went ballistic over my parking ding that left no mark, while I barely flinched when she told me that she destroyed my hubcap (do you realize the sharp angle she needed to do that?). She said I can leave the bill on her door, as she isn't home much.
[UPDATE] July 15, 2013
I left a note on "Skyler's" door with a copy of the receipt of the 4-pack of hubcaps I bought at Walmart ($20 + tax) with a line indicating that I would leave it to her as to how much she wants to pay (i.e., $5 for one hubcap or $20 for the whole set). She has been home for hours since then. Either she didn't see it (a number of people come and go from her apartment, so, it's possible that someone took it off the door and put it somewhere she hasn't seen, yet) or she's getting the cash together (she can't be that cash strapped) or it was summarily tossed. If it were me, I'd pay the $5 or $20, immediately, and let that be the end of it. But, I have a feeling that my nasty neighbors will think that they can get away with it, and not pay a penny. I have the incident recorded on video, but I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it, should a week pass without payment.
[UPDATE] July 16, 2013
Skyler said she would bring me the money around 1:30pm,
when she gets out of school (she says she's a teacher; I feel sorry
for any parents who get on her bad side when meeting teacher).
[UPDATE] July 17, 2013
My nasty neighbor was a no-show for her promised payment
of the hubcap she broke. Not surprised.
[UPDATE] July 18, 2013
Bit of a shock from my nasty neighbor.
She knocked on my door at 7pm ET.
About three steps before I got to it,
I heard one of her (?) two 2-3 year old kids ask,
"Is he nice?" to which she replied, "Of course, he is."
I opened the door, and she handed me $21,
which was the full price for the 4 hubcaps,
rather than just paying $6 for one.
I asked if she wanted a receipt for the transaction,
and she said, "No, I trust you."
I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes skyward.
Then, she told the kids to get inside (next door).
I waved to them and said, "Bye-bye!"
to which she added,
"See? I told you he was nice!"
I'm convinced they're schizoid!
[UPDATE] July 26, 2013
2:15am: Belligerent male screaming at the top of his lungs,
which, per his childish behavior, isn't that loud or even masculine,
and she's crying, which reminded me of a COPS episode.
At least, now, my neighbor on their other side, is aware
of what he's in for. And, no, I'm not going to call the cops.
I'm outta here on Wednesday. I'll let the landlord know,
so that it doesn't come as a surprise if/when it escalates.
He drove off (I fully expected him to vandalize my car
either by hand or with his own car, but, that didn't happen).
I can hear her opening and closing a cabinet,
presumably to get something for the probable slap
on the face (or worse) that she got.
Also, odd: I didn't hear the two kids crying.
Maybe they weren't home with their loving parents.
(n.b., one of the kids had an odd philtrum
(the indentation between your nose and mouth),
which could be a genetic disorder,
but, now that I've heard this commotion,
it could be the result of domestic violence/child abuse).
By wild coincidence, earlier this evening,
a friend had invited me over her house last night,
so that I wouldn't have to deal with them,
but, I turned her down,
saying that I have too much to do, packing-up wise.
[UPDATE] July 28, 2013
I vacated my apartment, and begged the aforementioned friend to take me in for a couple of weeks,
while my mother prepares for my (probably permanent) homecoming in a different State.
Graciously, she said yes. I have been helping her and her friends around their homes for the past two weeks. I also donated my second car, as it had been falling apart (estimated repairs: $1500 for a car I paid $1400 for!!!), and am ready for probably one-way trip to my parents' home.
Photos taken a few days after the above incident of the over-the-top lunatic and his car, which wasn't the one I had "hit" (the incident photos I took of his ex's (?) car are close-ups and would show only prior damage; again, I barely touched her car, so nothing of that shows, anyway).The photo of him seemingly looking at me is just a coincidence; my windows have a dark, plastic, film on them (got a roll of the stuff from Lowe's), which makes it easy to see out, but very hard to see in, even when I have my interior lights on. I wish I could have got a clearer picture of him. The dog needs to be put down.