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6.17.2007 ||> Scoring high on the "douchebag" scale
The bf (heretofore known as "Snuggles") and I had an almost perfect day today. We went to an amusement park where I was a big huge baby about any ride that involved heights, much to his merriment. On one ride that I wasn't even scared on, Snuggles started screaming and laughing that "Ohh, it's going sooo fast!" But yeah, for every other ride, I did shut my eyes out of self-preservation. The fear would have choked me had I looked down. At all.
Later, we sat out on the porch like an old married couple and looked out at the neighborhood. The weather finally cooled a bit, and got a bit drier and it was so pleasant, that we decided to grill. So Snuggles unveiled the grill that is on the apartment building property and we started preparing the vegetables and meat.
Have I mentioned on this blog before that the landlord's girlfriend is a crazy bitch from hell? Well, I'm about to.
Snuggles went to fire up the grill, and noticed it was hot, so he asked the landlord's girlfriend if she was planning on grilling also. She said, in the bitchiest voice, "Well, it is my brother's grill. Oh... but I guess you can use it sometime."
First, it's the apartment grill. Her brother used to own it, but gave it over because he didn't want to take it with him when he moved out. We were told when we rented the apartment that it belonged to the whole building now.
Second, Snuggles does a lot around the building. He fixed the motion detector, we have half-renovated this apartment, he brought the dryer up to code and regularly cleans the laundry room for everyone. Her contribution? She parks her mini cooper in such a way that only three people can park in a four car parking space. It's what we talk about with the neighbors, how out of hand her parking is.
Third, she knew that we were going to grill, jumped ahead and used her weight as the landlord's girlfriend to take over the grilling for the evening and make it so that we had stuff ready, but couldn't use it. Bitch. Chances that they will even clean the grill? Low. Chances of her being the biggest douchebag in our area? Very high.
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