I don’t think the SWAT officer is technically supposed to be writing reports. He was probably supposed to get on the radio and get Officer Pettigrew to come do it, so it could be handled in proper channels.
But this officer, by golly, is trying to be a good representative of his office. Plus, the rest of his guys have rushed off to the funnel cake and churro stands, and he’s got some time to kill before they get back. Fortunately, the lady can kill some time. BOY, can she kill time. Kill it dead.
I DEFINITELY know that lady. She has cats, parks on the street, and hates everyone in the neighborhood association who does the same.
Mr. Nice SWAT Man needs to take psychiatrist lessons. The pad isn’t for taking down notes – it’s for LOOKING like you’re taking down notes, and pretending you’re actually listening. Just draw a church bell tower and some old bats, and you’re golden.
People like her is why we bought a house where there are no HOAs.
People like her are why I acquired the house next door and the one across the street. My life is a lot more peaceful. More to mow is a small price to pay….
Do you have tunnels the the basements, to hide more bodies? hehe
If you can afford to buy them, why not. I couldn’t afford the taxes on a second house here in Illannoy.
James, originally I got the first one (and a long story) for cheap for my parents (who are now both gone) as a dutiful daughter for them to live in their retirement near me. The second was serendipity. The shop was part of a strange bargain… so I have two acres in town, three houses (one my spouse owns and we live in that one) and a steel frame shop. Where we used to live for a brick one story rancher, on .19 acre I paid as much for six weeks of property taxes as I do now for a year. It depends on where you live. I am in nowhere at the end of the grid. COL is cheap but bring your own job and you better be able to buy your own medical, dental and vision. @Allan, there are almost no basements in town. I don’t have one. For tornados we go two blocks and shelter in the hospital (inner hallway with two cinderblock walls between you and the outside, plus a facing of brick on one). I do have some mucking big compost piles I could put you under though…
I think it was Billy Joel who suggested what I think is the best remedy for neighbors who complain about the noise from your party.
Invite them into the party.
Every. – Single. – One.
From **ALL** directions – front/back/left/right.
The result is, you get a “buffer zone” of empty houses, between you & anyone who might be able to dislike the noise.
😉
DMC-Run, that only works if ALL the neighbors come to the party. You have one that stays home and complains, you have problems. Sigh. I did the buy up around me so I don’t have those problems (one crumb of why but it’s a nice crumb)
Wait till she goes to the DMV office.
It’s why she’s made up all nice and pretty.
Then on arrival we ask her to show her birth certificate as proof of citizenship….
Get Twang in there to outmaneuver her verbally.
Yep the classic Wild Karen in the field (go look it up on Reddit)
Or some of those reddit threads that were made into youtube videos…
Come to think of it, this Karen might be able to stop Tweety just by looking or Tweety is going to decide that she’s the love of his life and make her run back to her place giving Usain Bolt a serious challenge. Then boy feel sorry for 911….
Well, if Mr. Twang is too busy to bury her in his verbiage, perhaps the esteemed Mr. Crazy-Al might be interested in lending a hand by scaring the cr@p outta her… ?
Failing that, maybe Bob could teach her his special flavor of “Serenity”…
…which could either succeed in calming her down, or else irritate the living daylights outta her?
Ah yes, a typical Karen. (No offense to anyone actually named Karen)
Following the churro truck for a mile before finding noise to complain about. Even worse than the typical Karen (not referring to people named Karen).
What I’m hearing is, this is **NOT** Hubris’ fault.
We should blame the churro-truck.
If they’d just stopped when she screamed at them the **FIRST** time, she wouldn’t be following it far-enough to be bothered by the festival-noise.
😛
My guess is, all the cops in HER precinct have become FAR too familiar with her airport-noise complaints to register any NEW complaints. It’s a pity that there’s no “Loony Registry” that can be shared between multiple precincts, to warn cops of any “free-range” wandering threats such as her.
I’ve been spending the last few weeks, on my off time, making preparations for a two-day bike ride, all the while listening to YouTube videos of people reading Reddit feeds about nuclear revenge, petty revenge, entitled parents, “I don’t work here, lady”, I DO work here, lady”, and so on…
Imagine my surprise, when I see that one of the Karens from those Reddit feed stories has escaped, and is now featured on one of my favorite webcomics!
I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR MANAGER! 😛
I suspect that Bob would see this as a lonely person’s desperate cry for attention…
…& then he’d listen…
…with a smile.