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So today was a nice day, and some friends and I were sitting out front, chatting, listening to our next door neighbors play basketball. Well my friends left, and I went inside, and was showing my roommate something on my pc.

5 minutes later we hear an alarm going off. The only cars within basketball distance that could even conceivably have alarms are my roommates, and my own, my neighbors' sure as hell wouldn't. So, I grab my purse and run outside to turn off the alarm, nobody to be seen anywhere outside. I turned it off, and head over to their driveway(the basketball hoop is sideways, so the balls were getting thrown towards our driveway).

All of the fucking kids were hiding behind their piece of shit corolla, and the FATHER who was supposed to be supervising them, appeared to be hiding behind a bush. Like I'm not going to question my alarm randomly going off, seconds after basketball playing was happening, and then NOT talk to the perpetrators of such carelessness.

When I can see the father and children HIDING FROM ME, they come out from their spots, and I say, "If you're going to be playing basketball, it would be much appreciated if you'd be a little more careful about where you're throwing the ball!" The father replies "They were trying to be" I just stared at him for a couple of seconds, imagining his head exploding in boils, and his brain slowly oozing out of the holes left by them, then went to check my car.

My alarm is tough to set off too, I've kicked my corner light(my shitty one that is now replaced) with the alarm armed, and nothing has happened. They had to have hit the car pretty fucking hard to make it go off. Luckily, the kid said that he thought it hit the roof, which means the roof rack likely abosorbed the majority of the impact. I then quickly moved my car as far away from their basketball playing as possible. I sort of hope that they hit my roommate's car. He has airhorns wired into his. It would scare them shitless.


fuckers

Pardon the french but what a pussy of a father. Not only setting a bad example by hiding with them but not having the guts to act as an adult and take responsibility for his own kids.

I'm not 100% sure that he was their father. They were all black,and he was white. I just called him the father because he was like 40 and the only adult around.

Yes, he is their father.

well then i want to punch him in the nose

I've moved my cars out of paranoia of just seeing kids playing in the vicinity. One day the bastards across the street were actually throwing rocks at my house and they pinging off the sidewalk near my car. One short yell at them (in my very effective patented whack-job manner) and I've had no more problems, but I still moved my car. I have no idea where their keepers were or which ones even own them.

Steve

In some cases the word adult is merely a chronological reference.

Next time maybe take the ball. Or basketball-->his face.

creel wrote:In some cases the word adult is merely a chronological reference.

I can't believe he was hiding too what an asshat.

You should have popped the ball and yelled at them. Fuckers. Or just kept it, and keep every subsequent ball that falls on your yard.

Maybe put up an electric fence and get a court order to require the children to wear them? Father included.

OR, take them to small claims court and have them fix the damages caused.

LaureltheQueen wrote: He has airhorns wired into his. It would scare them shitless.

i started laughing when i read this.

Back in CO-Back in the day I was working on my car and my neighbors were playing basketball. The driveways were basically side by side and after a few times of the ball bouncing off the side of my car while I was underneath it I asked them learn to at least get the back board of play something else. That, of course, caused them to miss the backboard on purpose. So about the 4th-5th time that happened I busted out the old soccer goalie skills and put a 50yd punt on the basketball down the street which happened to be a wicked hill. About 1/4 mile later they found their ball floating away down a creek. I was a little afraid of some retaliation because these kids were little shits, but they never bothered me again.

I found stating in a calm, but firm voice with just the right look on your face, "You can fucking kill everyone in this neighborhood with a meat hook (or currently preferred method of human dispatch) and I couldn't care less, but I would murder families in their sleep for this car. I suggest you destroy someone else's property," works nicely.

Steve

evolutionmovement wrote:I found stating in a calm, but firm voice with just the right look on your face, "You can fucking kill everyone in this neighborhood with a meat hook (or currently preferred method of human dispatch) and I couldn't care less, but I would murder families in their sleep for this car. I suggest you destroy someone else's property," works nicely.

Steve

Creative writing at its best, folks. I love this.

Creative thinking - the kids across the street still go quite and look at me with trepidation when they see me. This has been a couple years.

Steve

evolutionmovement wrote:Creative thinking - the kids across the street still go quite and look at me with trepidation when they see me. This has been a couple years.

Steve

It's because The Matrix came out a couple of years ago, and they are afraid that if they break their gaze, just for a second, your going to do some totally cool bullet motion NEO tactics and they are gonna miss it.

"Oh shit Johnny, it's bullet time!"

Update...

As I had half of my interior pulled out for a thorough detailing this afternoon, the kids' mother got home from work and asked me what happened. The kids told her that the ball hit my wheel. I told her that the kids had told me that it hit my roof, and that they were damn lucky that I have a roof rack, because had I not, they'd be stuck with a few thousand dollar repair bill. She said that she'd be sure and watch them more carefully when they were playing outside, and that she'd "give them what's comin to them."


I'm satisfied

If she were my mother. . . I'd be much more afraid of what she'd do to me than you, Laurel.

LaureltheQueen wrote: and that she'd "give them what's comin to them."

I hope that it's a 3 inch slug from a 12 gauge. Although, the brains might soil your paint job.

Isn't that what car covers are for? They suck at stopping water, but man do they block brains and blood from staining the finish!

Steve

Gotta get the official "Legacy" cover to stop brains. It stops evergreen needles too.

nothing stops evergreen needles...