So they're fixing the streets near my house because some fat politico wants to look like he's doing something around election time. (the streets are fine, they're just not paved which keeps the neighborhood quiet since you cant race through there)
The street repair crew has been extremely destructive, destroying all the trees unnecessarily and systematically destroying the water lines throughout the neighborhood. For a while we were the last house left with water and were running hoses and sending buckets to all our neighbors. (many neighbors had actually moved away temporarily because of the water problem)
So we asked them when the water would be fixed, and as you can imagine, could not get a straight answer, but one of the supervisors did take it upon himself to start mouthing off to us.
So I took my tuck and parked it sideways in the street so the work trucks couldn't get through. I told them I would move it when I got an answer about the water.
They decided to ram my truck with their tractors so my crazy Dominican wife climbed up on it with two big rocks and dared them to come any closer and get their windows broken.
Finally the main engineer showed up and refused to commit to a time line about the water line, but he did mention he could get me a water truck in the morning to fill the cistern.
I told him I needed it today, but that I'd take his word for it and move my truck and if the water did not show up we'd be in the same situation in the morning along with as many neighbors who thought their car insurance was good enough to participate in the strike.
Within 5 minutes I had a water truck.
Woo-hoo for me. Can't wait till I get in a situation where I can burn some tires.
The street repair crew has been extremely destructive, destroying all the trees unnecessarily and systematically destroying the water lines throughout the neighborhood. For a while we were the last house left with water and were running hoses and sending buckets to all our neighbors. (many neighbors had actually moved away temporarily because of the water problem)
So we asked them when the water would be fixed, and as you can imagine, could not get a straight answer, but one of the supervisors did take it upon himself to start mouthing off to us.
So I took my tuck and parked it sideways in the street so the work trucks couldn't get through. I told them I would move it when I got an answer about the water.
They decided to ram my truck with their tractors so my crazy Dominican wife climbed up on it with two big rocks and dared them to come any closer and get their windows broken.
Finally the main engineer showed up and refused to commit to a time line about the water line, but he did mention he could get me a water truck in the morning to fill the cistern.
I told him I needed it today, but that I'd take his word for it and move my truck and if the water did not show up we'd be in the same situation in the morning along with as many neighbors who thought their car insurance was good enough to participate in the strike.
Within 5 minutes I had a water truck.
Woo-hoo for me. Can't wait till I get in a situation where I can burn some tires.