Tuesday, April 22, 2008

There's an area of Dallas that has in recent decades transformed from a warehouse/rundown/slummish sort of zone into actual hep cat neighborhoods. I moved to that area and started living in lofts about 20 years ago. I would always tell people coming to see me to pass the dealer on the left and turn right just past the three hookers. Sometimes I'd sit on the roof with friends, wine and cheese and enjoy the downtown view and the bracing sight of street folk using the street as a toilet.

There's one building in the area that has a large open space that makes a perfect venue for large parties and art exhibitions and gatherings. The folks to whom this space belongs have swinger parties. I know these people (though not in the biblical sense) and they've been in that neighborhood for nearly 10 years, and they are actually quite nice. I tend to be pretty live-and-let-live, anyway. If they want to open a can of worms, well, that's their business.

Several years ago, the re-development into neighborhood began in earnest, and now there are condos and townhomes springing up all over the area like mushrooms after a rain. This is a nice development for everyone, I think, and the new has seemed to ease in amongst the old, and it's generally been a peaceable kingdom.

'Ceptin' for one Mrs. Kravitz who moved into a new home and was morally outraged about the swinger party crowd. She bitched and moaned and ranted and raved to all and sundry. Folks politely listened and went on not thinking about the swinger parties. After all, the area is still somewhat industrial, the events have been going on for-evah, and there's actually no disruption to the neighborhood.

Well, that wasn't good enough for Mrs. Kravitz who'd twisted herself into a macrame owl over the issue. She decided to take matters into her own hands. One night during an event, she snuck into the parking lot and wrote down make/model/license plate of every car in the lot. Using that information, she wrote letters of outrage to the owner of each of those cars and mailed them.

What really cracks me up is that this woman acts like sweetness and light, sugar-wouldn't-melt, when in fact she's actually rude and selfish. If this group had suddenly moved into HER happy families neighborhood and started having their wingdings, I could understand her and all the neighbors taking umbrage. However, SHE moved into THEIR crappy neighborhood. She is the newcomer, and I really don't think she has grounds for playing high-and-mighty. In fact, she KNEW they were there before she moved there. Everyone knows.

But here's the real kicker to me: she has an auto tagline on all her emails to the local neighborhood online group. It says:

Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.


I suppose she means for other people to be kinder than necessary. She's exempt, being as she is the hammer of justice.

Heaven preserve us from self-appointed Hall Monitors.

13 comments:

Kevin said...

Man I hate people like that... like folks who move out onto the edges of town by horse property, then start bitching about the smell and work to have the areas rezoned to their liking.

Christina LMT said...

Small-minded people who have nothing better to do with their lives than to attempt to make everyone else as miserable as they are...I hate 'em!

HollyB said...

They should all return her letter with invites to their next wing-ding... as the guest of honor.

DirtCrashr said...

She's just jealous that she wasn't directly invited to swing.

phlegmfatale said...

kevin - true - same sort self-righteous asshole

christina - yup - they all need to find a hobby

hollyb - I'd pay to see that, actually.

dirtcrashr - damn skippy. Then again, all the "sexy" woulda left the building when she walked through the door

Rabbit said...

"Warning labels thwart the purpose of natural selection".

I've got another one, but it's in my list of snarky .sigfiles at home, and NSFW anyway. I'll post it later, but it aptly fits persons such as Mrs. Macrame Owl. To an effin' T.

Regards,
Rabbit.

phlegmfatale said...

rabbit - I can hardly wait!

B said...

This probably goes without saying but you know she fantasizes about being at one of those parties when pleasuring herself...or when she fantasizes about pleasuring herself, that is.
PS-When are you me and mechuahua gonna do a foreign exchange program? Your neck of the woods sho' sounds fun! I wanna sit on your roof with a hunk of frommage.

phlegmfatale said...

b - I'd bet good money that you are right!
Yeah, we totally need to get together and raise some hail. Yeah, that rooftop was the best!

Rabbit said...

As promised.
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Little Tony was sitting on a park bench munching on one candy bar after another.

After the 6th candy bar, a man on the bench across from him said,"Son, you know eating all that candy isn't good for you. It will give you acne, rot your teeth, and make you fat."

Little Tony replied, "My grandfather lived to be 107 years old."

The man asked, "Did your grandfather eat 6 candy bars at a time?"

Little Tony answered, "No, he minded his own fucking business."
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Regards,
Rabbit.

phlegmfatale said...

rabbit - I love that story.

Kelly said...

I was wondering how she got my address. Now I know.

Lin said...

Oh my, you have Mrs. Kravitz and we have our anti-neighbor ranch princess - in whose eyes we can do no right. Well, nobody can to varying degrees but us outsiders are absolutely the worst.

I LOVED Rabbit's story, too.