Courtesy of the next door neighbor, we got a nice “incident card” (200-45A Rev. 07/14) from our law enforcement department.
I believe this was the first of three case number assigned to us in this manner. We need to collect three case numbers for a restraining order (per the sovereign fighters we met earlier this year at McD).
The dark blackish guy with round eyes was nice. The dark-skinned islander with a smallish head was the lead and instructed the guy to write up and hand me the orange card. Their uniforms and equipment are spotless, meaning professional.
Dad said they banged on the door as if we’re criminals. Mom explained that we’re the victims that were supposed to have called them due to disturbance by her but it ended up that she did. I ranted the obvious because I’m NOT equipped to deal with stress. They noticed something was wrong with the neighbor. Duh.
Anyway, this incident started as soon as I re-parked my car from the right inside our garage and onto the left driveway. And as I barely got outta my car, her garage door opened slowly! I panicked again and got quickly outta my car and into the garage. (My car “disappeared” from her radar for two days inside our garage while Dad’s car was in repairs.) He!
After receiving the phone call during noontime mass today, we went hurriedly to the dealership to pickup Dad’s MB E430. He paid almost three grand for repairs! Traffic was good homebound.
My parents didn’t say anything as they cleared out their newly repaired and freshly washed car and their other car which we used to carpool each other during the repairs.
I continued video taping our property nearest the shared chain link fence with my smartphone to ensure she’s not dumping her yard waste into our property while I hid in the garage. She knew I was there.
In her episode, she challenged the smartphone by raising her top again and exposed her black bra to my smartphone. She was ranting again, starting with SVP and saying stuff about telling the church and it’s illegal.
So yeah the cops said we could get a restraining order, contact the district attorney for neighbor mediator, avoid contact and aggravation.
As a Christian, we could only forgive her. Perhaps, our former church got another complaint from a concerned parishioner about her activities. The Lawd Gawd is NOT sleeping! She wasted taxpayers monies by bothering the police with a non-emergency call. Thank y’all, chumps. And God damned, err, bless America! Yup.
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