especially when they’re doing one of two things:

1) Moving in next door
2) Rooting through my building’s basement

Seriously. I get home from work, two cars with I think 4 white trash women inside, chain smoking away, acting like they’re waiting for someone. They are. Two pickup trucks pull up. Now I have no clue, I mean if they ARE moving in, its alot of people to squeeze in a couple of one bedrooms. Eventually, I realize they’re all in the basement, as I hear one voice claim “dibbs” on a lamp at LEAST 30 times, while another voice lays claim to a pre-pre-Windows-but-post-C64 computer that’s been down there at least since I moved here in August. The saving grace for that one is that it came in near perfect “Christmas Story” fashion, ala “OOO-EEE! A Zeppelin!” You’ll shoot your eye out on that 3.5″ drive, kid.

Then there’s the claim to the “laundry stuff”, which pretty much consists of an overfilled trash can piled high with lint filter leftovers and about 12 nearly empty jugs of detergent. Happy shopping! After pounding and hammering and talking and yelling and God knows what else for about 2 hours, I think they’re gone. Though I’m getting a slight scent of cigarette smoke, which isnt a good thing. Bastards better not be moving next door if they’re human chimneys and I can smell it!

So anyway, it all scares the hell out of me. just awfully shady, and I’ve lived next to trash before. the lawn’s not big enough for ALL of their cars, I know that for sure. Good thing I don’t have to go anywhere today, they’ve pretty much got that route sealed off.

I’m gonna go make sure the welcome mat is still there.