Sour Cream Wars – Part 2 of the Kitchen Window Saga
I don’t know many people who have neighbours as horrid as mine. Well, possibly I do, because the house I used to live in also has horrid neighbours. But still. My neighbours are revolting. Point of rant = sour cream. Specifically, sour cream thrown at our kitchen window sometime on thursday night. Nice.
This follows on from the fruit part of a cherry muller fruit corner some months previously, which I had to scrub off the window (and it’s always the top part that I can’t reach) before it became a permenant feature or attracted mass colonies of wasps.
The sour cream could perhaps initially been mistaken for a passing albatross with an irritable bowel, but this theory was soon dismissed when the sour cream pot was discovered as evidence underneath the window. The culprits were therefore identified as next door.
I’m afraid my rage has reached a point where I can’t confront them anymore because I wouldn’t be able to help but cause them physical harm, so Stu had a “chat” with them over the wall and I had to be content with listening in an outraged state, all the while with the urge to do something equally nasty to them. I would like to think that they got the message, but previous incidents would indicate this won’t be the last time.
Sour cream. Seriously. Grow up.
Lucy Griffiths
06 Aug 2007 11:22
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A few years back I lived next door to some guy who took offence to me asking him to stop his dog pissing on my front door. He responded by smashing my windows…
06 Aug 2007, 11:40
How you know it was them?
In halls in first year someone threw human poo at my window…
06 Aug 2007, 12:15
Lucy Griffiths
It had to be them, nothing else faces our kitchen window and they are renowned visitors to pizza takeaway places (which are renowned for sour cream pots) and I hate them so much that even if it wasn’t them (which it was) I’d still blame them because they are horrible.
06 Aug 2007, 16:32
At least it was only a sour cream pot, though. The way the world is today it could have been a brick or something worse.
Best thing to do is find a fresh dog crap on the street, pick it up in some newspaper, put it on their doorstep, set it on fire, ring the doorbell and run away. They should hopefully answer the door and instinctively stamp on it. I’ve never tried it but I’ve heard it’s a classic. Hope that’s useful :-p
06 Aug 2007, 18:47
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