Blurry cameraphone photo of the busted fence.
This horrible photo from my phone demonstrates just why I really hate people. I realize it’s hard to discern what you’re supposed to be looking at, but that’s a large gap in my neighbor’s fence, with his above ground pool in the frame.
A week or so, someone careened into the fence, knocking it down, and coming within a few feet of the pool. Sadly enough, it isn’t the first time this has happened. This very section of fence gets run into at least once a year. People take the corner too fast—there’s no stop sign to make them slow down before turning—lose control, and end up into this section of the yard. Always someone in the house hears it, and always no one ever gets caught.
Usually the neighbor fixes the fence the first weekend after it’s been knocked down, but I suppose this time he’s fed up with it all, and I don’t blame him. There’s no guarantee that it isn’t going to be knocked down next week. Since this is in a separated, fenced off part of his yard that backs up to the creek, instead of fixing it he’s put up chicken wire or something similar to keep people out. My mum says that he’s waiting for the insurance company to pay for it, because it’s expensive to replace a fence.
Sunday night, though, the most unbelievable thing happened. People went swimming in my neighbors pool. At two in the morning. Also, unable to be seen in the photo is that somebody bent back the chicken wire to gain entrance into the yard, and could be heard splashing around in the pool until one of my neighbors (unclear if it was the guy across the street from us, or the guy who owns the house the pool is at), went outside and started yelling at the punks, and which point the punks jumped into the car they had parked out next to the fence, and took off.
I just don’t understand what drives people these days. I’m sure the punks responsible for both acts are between the ages of 16 and 25, right in my target peer range. And maybe I’m just a closet old lady, but I would never even think about doing crap like this, ever at all. It’s just such a large disrespect of property. These same people who would violate other’s space would flip out if someone thought about doing the same to them.
I can understand why the fence-runners never come forward. They are most likely drunk, and don’t want to get caught. Most of the time, I’m astounded that they never run into the above-ground pool which is right behind the fence with the invisible target drawn on it.
But the midnight swimmers? I don’t understand why they think it’s okay to use someone else’s pool. What’s to stop them from jumping in our pool next time they feel the need for a late night dip? Although, I almost secretly hope they do because our pool is so cold they would scream in pain. Seriously, really cold.
But jeez, people can do some unbelievable things sometimes.
—”I So Hate Consequences,” MmmHmm: Relient K
Heh. Yeah, when I was a kid there’s no way I would EVER do something like that. Punks.
“These same people who would violate other’s space would flip out if someone thought about doing the same to them.” I don’t know, maybe they would openly invite someone to drunkenly knock down their fence and climb into their expensive pool and have a midnight swim. </sarcasm> I’m just saying
Heh, yeah, it could happen. I think the punks are rather lucky that the guy who owns the house isn’t like my brother.
If it happened at his house, he’d be outside with a hunting rifle, offering to “help” people out of the pool. Perhaps it’s because I know people like my brother that I wouldn’t think of doing stuff like this.
I mean, how do you know someone isn’t going to shoot first and ask questions later.
Exactly. Here in the South that’s always a very real danger. I even hesitate to honk my horn in traffic because so many of these guys in pickup trucks have gun racks on their rear window with a shotgun hanging there.
Thats so bad it’s funny, athough not. There is plenty of honking out here in California, but I just can’t do it, even when it’s neccessary. When I got my first car, by brother disconected the horn on accident, while trying to disconect the annoying beeping that happens when the keys are in the ignition and the door is open.
For two years I didn’t have a horn, and now when I drive other people’s cars (I don’t have one ATM), I forget that there is a horn. I don’t know how many times I’ve almost been hit because someone didn’t see me while they were merging/lane change. And still, I can’t honk the horn.
Even though I hesitate to honk my horn I still honk more than I probably should. Someone should “accidentally” disconnect my horn.
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