Imbrium
Jennifer
I live in a nice, middle-class neighborhood that's quiet and normal with one exception - the crack house up the street (long story... everyone in the neighborhood hates them and the cops have tried in vain to catch 'em doing something - they were even staking out the house at one point due to suspicions of a stolen car ring).
I'd bet anything one of those a$$hats or one of their a$$hat friends is to blame for the nasty surprise I just got when I went to check the mail - someone drove into my mailbox in a way that you couldn't possibly manage to do while sober (came all the way across the opposing lane and jumped the curb) and didn't even have the freaking decency to leave a note:
I have no idea who to even call to fix a mailbox, how much it'll cost, whether it's worth filing a homeowner's insurance claim (if it even covers this), if I should file a police report, etc... waiting for my aunt to text me back and tell me what to do. I seriously hate people.
I'd bet anything one of those a$$hats or one of their a$$hat friends is to blame for the nasty surprise I just got when I went to check the mail - someone drove into my mailbox in a way that you couldn't possibly manage to do while sober (came all the way across the opposing lane and jumped the curb) and didn't even have the freaking decency to leave a note:
I have no idea who to even call to fix a mailbox, how much it'll cost, whether it's worth filing a homeowner's insurance claim (if it even covers this), if I should file a police report, etc... waiting for my aunt to text me back and tell me what to do. I seriously hate people.