Strike Three, You're Out!

I know you're all familiar with what it's like for my husband and me to
live beneath what can only be defined as "the neighbors from hell."
Well, this week's neighborly adventures takes the cake!

(NOTE: If you're not familiar with the clueless newlywed's neighbors from hell, check my posts, The War at Home and Trashy Neighbors and catch yourself up with our current situation.)

Most people in Cleveland this week are complaining about one
thing...the weather. No joke, it's 0 degrees outside right now, and the
snow's just been piling up. Of course, even though we share a driveway
with the neighbors upstairs, they refuse to help my husband and me
shovel. (It's been two years now without their help...We've assumed
it's a lost cause.) So long story short, we've been shoveling A LOT
this week.

When we watched our neighbor come out of the house and get in her
car and drive away within moments of us finishing the shoveling this
week, we got pissed.

So...We left a note on their door before we left for work the next
day asking them to please keep up with the shoveling (because Cleveland
was supposed to get hit bad with snow). We also asked that they not
drive up the un-shoveled driveway because it only compacts the snow and
turns it to ice. Short and sweet.

My husband and I were afraid to look when we came home that night.
We pretty much assumed that the shoveling would not have been done, but
alas! There was a glimmer of hope as we pulled into our shoveled
driveway! They actually listened to the note and helped us! (We were
ecstatic to say the least.) So much so, that even though I had
somewhere else to be right then, my husband parked the car, and ran
inside to thank the neighbors. Little did he know, the neighbors left a
little note of their own, and it read, verbatim:

 

In case u don't notice we
have small children and shoveling is the least of priorities. U have no
respect to park in garage at night. We feel u should fend for yourself
as far as the snow concerns.
Note: Grammatical mistakes left in on purpose.

Yeah, my husband was not too happy after reading that note. He
pretty much stomped upstairs and gave the neighbors a piece of his mind
and told them to go to a certain place known for its fire and
brimstone.

And if you're wondering why we're still putting up with these
neighbors, we're not. Let's just say the situation has been taken care
of, and in a couple of months, they will no longer be a nuisance. Stay
tuned to find out what I mean...Dun! Dun! Dun!

NOTE: This is cross-posted on the Clueless Newlywed Blog.

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