- Feb 2, 2002
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I am posting to vent... again. If you don't wanna read my complaining, stop now...
So, I'm sitting there playing Rainbow 6: Black Arrow, minding my own business when I hear dingdingdingdingding outside my window. It sounded like when you stick a pencil in a metal fan... MY AIR-CONDITIONER! (You may remember me whining that I just had to replace the fucking thing...)
So I opened the window, looked down at my AC unit, and sure enough, the little bastard boy who has been hanging around lately is sticking a fucking stick in my A/C unit!!!
I yelled down at him, "HEY!! Stop sticking stuff in the fan!!!!"
He continued to shove the stick in the AC unit: dingdingdingding.
So I run to my front door, put on my shoes, and run down the stairs. The AC unit is behind the building. So I quickly walked around the corner and yelled again, "HEY!! Stop that!!!"
The kid is about 7-years-old. I asked him, "Where are your parents???"
He said, "My dad's at work and my mom's home."
I asked, "Where do you live? We're going over there right now."
He said, "I don't know."
He wouldn't tell me, so I told him that I saw him playing with the little girl who lives on the other side of the parking lot, and I'd ask her parent's where he lives.
Then he was really scared. I had NO sympathy. None at all.
He followed me across the parking lot up to his friend's house.
I rang the bell of his friend's house and asked the mom there, "Do you know this guy?"
She said she did. She told me his name is 'Jaden' and that he was over earlier and his mom didn't know where he was and she fed him lunch. She pointed out his mom's car parked in front of her garage. The garage has the condo # on it. She said, "She lives at 745."
The little bastard said, "No she doesn't!"
I thanked his friend's mom and told him, "I'm going to talk to your mom whether you come with me or not!"
So I stormed off, and headed back to my building where his mom lives. I go in, see the little bastard's bike by the door, and ring the bell at #745.
Some white-trash looking blonde with a baby in her hand, bottle in it's mouth, answers the door. I asked her, "Is this your son's bike? Is his name Jaden?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "Could you tell him to stop shoving sticks down my Air Conditioner??"
She said, "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. He just moved in here, he wasn't very well disciplined where he lived."
I think to myself, He's getting a lot of discipline here...
:Spin:
Then Jaden, the shit-ass little bastard, comes in and his mom says, "Why were you sticking thing's in an Air Conditioner unit?"
He said, "I didn't know!"
She said, "You know you shouldn't stick things in there. Do you want to pay for a new one? Do you have the money for that?"
I said, "It's $890, I just replaced it."
She asked shit-ass, "Do you have $890 to fix his Air Conditioner?"
He said, "I didn't know."
She apologized again, called me 'honey' again, and I left.
I'm glad I was here to catch that little un-supervised bastard.
I've said it again, and I'll say it now:
PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE TO GET
A LICENSE TO PROCREATE!!!
The End
So, I'm sitting there playing Rainbow 6: Black Arrow, minding my own business when I hear dingdingdingdingding outside my window. It sounded like when you stick a pencil in a metal fan... MY AIR-CONDITIONER! (You may remember me whining that I just had to replace the fucking thing...)
So I opened the window, looked down at my AC unit, and sure enough, the little bastard boy who has been hanging around lately is sticking a fucking stick in my A/C unit!!!
I yelled down at him, "HEY!! Stop sticking stuff in the fan!!!!"
He continued to shove the stick in the AC unit: dingdingdingding.
So I run to my front door, put on my shoes, and run down the stairs. The AC unit is behind the building. So I quickly walked around the corner and yelled again, "HEY!! Stop that!!!"
The kid is about 7-years-old. I asked him, "Where are your parents???"
He said, "My dad's at work and my mom's home."
I asked, "Where do you live? We're going over there right now."
He said, "I don't know."
He wouldn't tell me, so I told him that I saw him playing with the little girl who lives on the other side of the parking lot, and I'd ask her parent's where he lives.
Then he was really scared. I had NO sympathy. None at all.
He followed me across the parking lot up to his friend's house.
I rang the bell of his friend's house and asked the mom there, "Do you know this guy?"
She said she did. She told me his name is 'Jaden' and that he was over earlier and his mom didn't know where he was and she fed him lunch. She pointed out his mom's car parked in front of her garage. The garage has the condo # on it. She said, "She lives at 745."
The little bastard said, "No she doesn't!"
I thanked his friend's mom and told him, "I'm going to talk to your mom whether you come with me or not!"
So I stormed off, and headed back to my building where his mom lives. I go in, see the little bastard's bike by the door, and ring the bell at #745.
Some white-trash looking blonde with a baby in her hand, bottle in it's mouth, answers the door. I asked her, "Is this your son's bike? Is his name Jaden?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "Could you tell him to stop shoving sticks down my Air Conditioner??"
She said, "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. He just moved in here, he wasn't very well disciplined where he lived."
I think to myself, He's getting a lot of discipline here...
:Spin: Then Jaden, the shit-ass little bastard, comes in and his mom says, "Why were you sticking thing's in an Air Conditioner unit?"
He said, "I didn't know!"
She said, "You know you shouldn't stick things in there. Do you want to pay for a new one? Do you have the money for that?"
I said, "It's $890, I just replaced it."
She asked shit-ass, "Do you have $890 to fix his Air Conditioner?"
He said, "I didn't know."
She apologized again, called me 'honey' again, and I left.
I'm glad I was here to catch that little un-supervised bastard.
I've said it again, and I'll say it now:
PEOPLE SHOULD HAVE TO GET
A LICENSE TO PROCREATE!!!
The End
