Briefly: You may remember the story of the Mongolian neighbor who filled our gutter puddle, and by extension, our driveway, with mud. Perhaps I gave him too little credit.
A few weeks ago, our landlord needed to fix some pipes, and seized the opportunity to replace pipes throughout the building. This led to about a week and a half of people tromping through our apartment, inconveniencing us in the mornings, as well as a hastily replastered bedroom wall that we had to repaint. But it also led to a nice new shower head and water pressure in the kitchen sink that allows us to actually wash dishes with hot water for the first time ever. So it all worked out.
Back to the neighbor and the mud story: When the workmen came out to do the pipes, a guy was also put to work on the puddle with a jackhammer. Not only did the mud eventually get cleaned up, but I saw this guy working to make the edges of the big puddle less steep. I'm not sure how that helped, but it did, and now the puddle, while not small, is notably smaller than it used to be most of the time.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Was this our crafty neighbor's plan all along? To exacerbate the problem to the point where it could no longer be ignored?
If so, bravo, sir. Bravo.
Also, one night I saw the driver of the piece of shit car. She is indeed a girl who lives downstairs. Or who spends a lot of time there. I can never tell. She was dropped off from a friend's car next to her shitty hoodless car, so she could re-park it, flat tire and all. I actually saw it move!
Since then it's gotten another ticket. At what point does the value of the tickets exceed the worth of the car?