There are two facts:
One -- A group of teenagers are renting the house down the street and are out in the yard drinking beer and carousing all hours of the day. They are aggressive, little emo-like snots that like to yell at cars passing and play their music loud. Everyone on our street hates them.
Two -- Our car was broken into this weekend and the Aggie's work laptop was stolen. Which really ruined our weekend. We called the cops, which only took an hour and a half to come by to fill out a police report. Nothing says romantic anniversary weekend like a little B&E.
Even though we KNOW who took it -- we even heard the little cretins say "return it before it gets worse" -- there was nothing the cops could do because they lacked probable cause.
Bare in mind that theses kids have only been here on the street for one week. And already the neighbors are grabbing pitchforks and forming an angry mob. Our lives have enough shit in them without the introduction of these little dorks to the mix. Housewives have joined arms to put a stop to their fuckery.
Lets just say that vigilante justice is best served at 10 o'clock on a Monday morning in the suburbs. And that's all I'll say for now. Perhaps when the statute of limitations runs out, I'll tell you all more. But until then, just know -- karma is a bitch, especially to punks terrorizing our street. Hell hath no fury like a minivan-driving-soccer-practice-attending-housewife... Or Momma Pug.
1 comments:
It's probably some poor woman who works nights with a teenage son who's supposed to be doing homework and taking care of his little sister while she's at work. Instead he invites his friends over and they wreak havok on Diversity Street. She can't control him, she's beaten down man.
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