It is new-tenant move in time in the apartment complex next door. Typically, it’s a time of year I don’t look forward to because of the increased traffic in the city, the piles of garbage left behind as old tenants move out, and the never-ending calls to help move. And it’s not so much that I dislike moving, it’s more the quantity of moves to be done….
But this year has reached a new low.
Next door to us, a new tenant has come in that owns an SUV. It looks like a relatively nice SUV, but it has one problem. See, the car alarm goes off randomly. And when I say randomly, that should be understood as “only when the kids are trying to sleep,” and typically it happens during the middle of the night. And not only does it go off, but the owner lets it run until it turns itself off.
And all this wouldn’t matter except that he insists on parking directly beneath the kids’ bedroom window. As in his car is less than six feet from the open window. As in Myron wakes up screaming each and every single time which then wakes up Katherine. And forget the fact that we are also trying to sleep.
So the question I ask to the panel today is this: Should I crush the car with a baseball bat or a cinder block?
We’re going to write a kindly-worded note asking them to at least not park next to our house. I get that alarms go wonky sometimes, but if it’s expected, park somewhere else. And if they insist on parking beneath that window… well, I’m sure we’ll make an easy case for a “disturbing the peace” claim with the local PD. And even if that doesn’t work, we happen to know the landlords of that complex quite well, and I’m sure we could plead our case to them.
We’re not jerks, but I live by the old rule of being a dad: You hurt my kids, I break your face.
Yes indeed…. A kindly-worded note… of course.