It's a bad season for neighbors
Feb. 23rd, 2010 03:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisLast night I filed a formal complaint against my downstairs neighbor - his direct violation of the rules will go before the board. I have no idea what happens after that. I guess I'm going to have to go to the board meeting on Monday to find out. Ugh.
Meanwhile just now I went down to get the mail. My door (to the hallway) was open as usual. Usually Travis and Betty go out into the hallway and wait by the elevator until I get back. This time when I got back they were being loved to bits by Prinyarat who lives down the hall and told me she once had 13 black cats. She had them both in high purr mode out in the hall in front of my unit.
Scott (building manager) was walking down the hall and stopped when he got to us. Prinyarat went on into the elevator and Scott proceeded to tell me that her husband, Peter*, had complained to Scott. 'Can't you make that woman keep her door closed? I don't want to live in a commune.' Scott thought it was funny. But Peter also complained about the cats - the ones his wife was just giving her usual cat love to - being in the hallway. Here, he's got me. There is a rule against that.
So I wrote him an email telling him that I very much enjoyed the camaraderie that having my door open brought to my unit but if I understood why he was so offended, I would consider stopping the practice. I also pointed out that the cats like to come out and play with his wife but that I would absolutely not allow them to do that any more.
I'm sure I will not hear from him because he is too weird.
*Peter is the oddest sort of duck. In a Seattle Weekly article of a couple of years ago on his lawsuit against the conductor of the Seattle Symphony he's described as "a longtime SSO violinist with a childlike demeanor who's afflicted with strong anxiety and compulsive tendencies. He also has years of pent-up fear and resentment towards SSO's musical director, Gerard Schwarz." (The judge eventually tossed the suit out.)
Last Summer he attacked me in the hall - roughly grabbing my elbow and dragging me a bit while demanding that I look at a paint sample and sign his petition against the new condo color scheme. I was saved only by the worker who saw the whole thing and stepped in and suggest Peter 'unhand' me. That was actually pretty funny.
But, also kind of scary since I have actually seen him slap his son hard - two different times. (I'm happy to report that his son has grown up to be a very nice looking self assured young man who towers over his father and could take him if necessary, I'm sure.)
Wild, wild, wild. Happily, Travis and Betty don't go into the hall when I'm here. So when I check mail or whatever, I'll just close the door. I'll be sad that they won't be waiting for me in the hallway but rules are rules.
Meanwhile just now I went down to get the mail. My door (to the hallway) was open as usual. Usually Travis and Betty go out into the hallway and wait by the elevator until I get back. This time when I got back they were being loved to bits by Prinyarat who lives down the hall and told me she once had 13 black cats. She had them both in high purr mode out in the hall in front of my unit.
Scott (building manager) was walking down the hall and stopped when he got to us. Prinyarat went on into the elevator and Scott proceeded to tell me that her husband, Peter*, had complained to Scott. 'Can't you make that woman keep her door closed? I don't want to live in a commune.' Scott thought it was funny. But Peter also complained about the cats - the ones his wife was just giving her usual cat love to - being in the hallway. Here, he's got me. There is a rule against that.
So I wrote him an email telling him that I very much enjoyed the camaraderie that having my door open brought to my unit but if I understood why he was so offended, I would consider stopping the practice. I also pointed out that the cats like to come out and play with his wife but that I would absolutely not allow them to do that any more.
I'm sure I will not hear from him because he is too weird.
*Peter is the oddest sort of duck. In a Seattle Weekly article of a couple of years ago on his lawsuit against the conductor of the Seattle Symphony he's described as "a longtime SSO violinist with a childlike demeanor who's afflicted with strong anxiety and compulsive tendencies. He also has years of pent-up fear and resentment towards SSO's musical director, Gerard Schwarz." (The judge eventually tossed the suit out.)
Last Summer he attacked me in the hall - roughly grabbing my elbow and dragging me a bit while demanding that I look at a paint sample and sign his petition against the new condo color scheme. I was saved only by the worker who saw the whole thing and stepped in and suggest Peter 'unhand' me. That was actually pretty funny.
But, also kind of scary since I have actually seen him slap his son hard - two different times. (I'm happy to report that his son has grown up to be a very nice looking self assured young man who towers over his father and could take him if necessary, I'm sure.)
Wild, wild, wild. Happily, Travis and Betty don't go into the hall when I'm here. So when I check mail or whatever, I'll just close the door. I'll be sad that they won't be waiting for me in the hallway but rules are rules.
