I Want to Strangle You: Slashed Tire Nightmare
I am so pissed off right now I could spit sparks. I have been waiting to tell this story and finally have the time. Some busybody (get the kids out of the room) fucknuckle called the police and complained that my trailer was on the street unhitched. And the police came and said it had to be moved. It was parked hours from where I live and no one contacted me directly. I actually found out that my pit was about to be towed second-hand through a friend. And, apparently, it had a flat tire.
To be clear, it was in front of my father's house in Long Island. Ever since my mother passed away and my professional life got more busy, the house has seen fewer and fewer visits. The pit had been there for years (on and off, but mostly on when I wasn't catering) and no one had ever had a problem with it. In the most recent weeks, the level of complaint and uproar skyrocketed. Complaints have ranged from "it's an eyesore" to "I nearly walked into it in the dark walking my dog at night." Get a flashlight. The neighbors across the street say that they nearly backed into it when coming out of their driveway. I would've moved it if I had known that.
When I finally had the opportunity to get to the pit with the Wife and the car (remember, it was parked hours from where I live and my days off are days she usually works), I find out that it is not merely a flat tire. Someone slashed it. A clean, inch-long gap in the side of the tire. Since it is a trailer tire, most people don't have what I need on hand and I couldn't get anyone to tow it-- so I had to put it up with a jack, stack wood underneath it and get the tire off...and wait for the tire to come in and get put on the wheel and re-attached to the pit, fucking up the minimal free time I have at all, let alone with the wife and making me late for work.... All-in-all, crap....I have a cell phone pic of her jacked up Jethro style on the logs with my cell phone....I can't email it, but I have to get it posted.