- Tue Oct 02, 2018 9:52 pm
This might be a long one. It could probably fit into "Do you know what I hate", but this thread seems a better fit.
I spent entirely too much time today in the company of the local Environmental Health Officer, and his line manager, assisting in a search for a non-existent rodent infestation. It was stressful, unpleasant and quite ruined my morning. And that's fine. That's that man's job, and it's a perfectly good and necessary job, that saves lives. And he gave me a full clean bill of health, and apologised for wasting my time. So the behaviour isn't his.
Instead, it's the fucking bollocks of a woman who lives up the street from my work. Having convinced herself she'd seen a rat in her garden, she immediately lit upon the restaurant bins as the source, and has to date registered 10 separate complaints in this regard. She's also climbed the wall to take photos of supposed "bad practice", berated the bin men for emptying the bins wrong.
Now, this rat.
Firstly, it was dead, and being played with by her cat. Which hardly speaks to where it came from. Cats will drag dead stuff for miles.
She lives backing onto a forest, with a river in it, and 500 yards from the sea.
There's a really, really lively clan of grey squirrels around there, and she's not exactly David Attenborough.
More importantly, though. This rat appeared just after she'd been politely, but firmly told to settle up her accounts, as she habitually would leave in a hurry with a "I'll get you next time, it's only £5". It was running toward £100.
This fits in with a pattern of petty, vindictive behaviour that would boggle the mind.
*Will take her car out of her garage to park on the street on Saturday night/Sunday morning so no one parks out on "her" street when going to any of the town's churches.
*Repeated noise complaints about the local pub which is a: not very loud, b: closed at 2230 most of the week and c: was fucking there when she moved in. She's also called the cops more than once about suspected lock-ins.
*Finding that her post was arriving too late for her liking, she complained to Royal Mail. As the Postie was late because he called in on all the local elderly, did wee shop runs for them, sometimes even cooked their meals, the postmaster didn't pursue it. Later she complained that he'd deliberately misdelivered post. He'd run parcels to nearby workplaces of people who were out rather than leave a red card.
*A tourist couple and their baby had the temerity to park their car where she wanted to park outside the supermarket. When the wife went in the shop, and the husband stood outside the car to make a phone call, she took a picture of the "abandoned" child and rooted them to Social Services.*
And that's a mere selection from the greatest hits.
*Same girl will tell her kid to hang out in local cafes etc if she's not about after school, giving him a note saying she'll settle up when she collects him.
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