Jumping for joy, while knocking on wood and crossing my fingers (don't try this while home alone) because I think my next door neighbors have up and moved away.
If true, and all indications are that it is, no more faces peeking out from the garage or front door at me every time I come and go. No more round-the-clock working on cars that never seems to end. No more collection of age twenty and thirty-something dudes shuffling and rotating between the garage and apartment. I feel like I can sit on my front porch again.
This constant working on cars was really bothering me. I wanted to shout at the guy that I identified as the tenant and lead mechanic, to get another life!!
In a complex that's allegedly attempting and claiming to be classy, the tenants ought not to be working out of their garage. Sorry if my inner elitist snob is showing but it all makes the place and the surroundings look sleazy and trashy.
I'm not quite sure why it's an issue but I feel like I have my privacy back. I enjoy being able to come and go without constantly being eye balled like I'm some sort of suspect and I might be plotting to steal one of their tires or hubcaps.
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