Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Eavesdroppings...

So I was driving into the alley behind our townhomes to pull into our driveway when I noticed two of our illustrious board members skulking about. I say this because, quite frankly, that's what they do.


I'll admit it, I fought the urge to duck. Normally I would be afraid they might be running reconnaisance on us since Joe has made it his mission to be the proverbial thorn in the board's side. Ever since they approved increasing the very reasonable HOA dues (that runs us hundreds of dollars a month as it is) by $20 a month, Joe has been ineffectually attempting to wage war on them. Every time there is a meeting, my hubs beats the pavement campaigning for every owner's by proxy vote only to be told he does not have enough of them to do anything. Let's not forget the time we were cited for our solar screen being on backwards--after having it up for three years. Joe crafted a very strongly worded letter for that one! And what about the time we were notified at 8:00 pm that our alley would be closed for 3 weeks to repair a sinkhole, thereby trapping half our neighbors' vehicles in their garages. They really screwed the pooch on that one (not to mention incurring the wrath of the drunk next door, which was absolutely hilarious and a story for another time).


Needless to say, we are not very popular with the powers that be. Which is sad because we have have an enemy in common.


The Joneses.




Remember them?

Well, as I fought the urge to just end it all and run them over, I realized that finally--finally!--they had bigger fish to fry. Big Jones-y looking fish!

I parked the car as quickly as possible, and loitered around with the garage door open. All I could hear was, "Is this your unit?" Music to my ears! I craned to listen; I even considered poking my head out, but figured that would be rude.

I decided maybe I could hear better from somewhere else. I ran upstairs and pressed my ear to the window directly above them. Just murmurs. I was missing everything!

As I re-opened the garage door to go "get the mail" five minutes later, I could hear one of the board members saying, "...well, and you should quit cigarettes all together anyway." Finally! I can only assume that they were referring to the cigarette butts in the drainage grates.

So when are they getting the boot? That's what I wanna know.

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