I live on a nice little award winning estate near the garrison town of aldershite, we have a residents association made of the very few people who own and live in their houses whilst the other 70% rent from owners.
We have nice little rules about:
No hanging baskets,
No commercial vehicles allowed,
No modifications to the front garden (which is actually a hedge that commuters shove shit in on their way to work, mine blooms with costa cups)
and most of all the promotion of “Community spirit“
Adult literacy in the area is high, community spirit is fucking low.
The reason I say this is my car (my means of transport) died two months ago, however I was able to use a works van to commute to and from work, now living in a cul-de-sac I would imagine most people know who I am and what I drive, also where I live.
So logically come and knock on the door and ask what is going on and I will explain.
But no. Why not stick shitty hand writen notes on the windscreen and threaten sanctions via the residents association (fuck knows what, brick me in maybe?). The best bit was on finding out who had written them I realised it was the home owner who regularly drives over what was once a grass verge to park their car blocking two garages.
However being a reasonable person I have said nothing about this. Being the owner of a nice hand writing sample I have been able to assist others in identifying the poisen pen (the other one uses crayon! and smokes class B in her back garden!)
In fact when my car was vandalised they didn’t show much interest in it, I wonder why?
Nominated by: Lord Benny