Just another day in Paradise.

Guess what. There's a truck parked on my lot, right inside my fence, right next to my son's vehicle. I went over to the construction site, where I am quite a welcome sight since I have to go there several times a day and they all love me, really they do, and I asked for the insulation guy to please move his truck off of my property. I am pleasant when I request these small favors and do NOT have an attitude. Insulation Dude goes to move his truck, I politely wave a thank you to him, get to my front steps only to find that he's parked in my front yard blocking the trash cans. So I go back, and Insulation Dude cops a 'tude and is all like, "You mean I can't park here either?" I said, "No, you're blocking my trash cans." He mutters something under his breath as he's getting back INto his truck (I believe it was an "Eff you, BITCH! although I really can't be sure.) then he slams it INto reverse and lays rubber backing his truck down the street. Did I mention he has a ponytail down to his ass? Anyways, a little while ago, Dixie starts barking like crazy, so I go to the back window to see what's up and it's Insulation Dude backing up in the cul-de-sac and getting ready to leave. As he's driving off, he sticks his arm out of the truck and flips me the bird. Mr. Hawthorne, of course, has never once gone out to ask these people to move their vehicles from our property. I have to go several times a day and do the dirty work. But, he actually came over to my side on this one. He called FREEDOM INSULATION in Kill Devil Hills, NC to complain about this guy. So, Insulation Dude, don't mess with Rosie, because she'll just mess with you right back IN YO' FACE BITCH!