scott.cr
Flashlight Enthusiast
A little background: I live in a four-unit public urban development ("PUD"), which is basically a four-unit townhouse except the buildings aren't attached. Each unit comes as close as about 12 feet to one another. Our weekly trash collection is by those automated arm picker-upper thingies on the side of the trash truck, so our weekly refuse is limited to whatever will fit in the can.
Of course, we have one scumbaggy neighbor. There are like 15 people living in their unit, which has four bedrooms. I know at least the downstairs bedroom has a family of four living in it (I won't even go into the parking and noise headaches). I usually bring my trash can out the night before the weekly pickup and my disgusting neighbors have gotten into the habit of putting their trash into my can because it all won't fit in theirs alone. At times when they fill all the neighbor's cans they just throw their trash on the street by the curb. It's so freaking disgusting. Anyway, the trash company will not pick up loose trash, so usually I'll make a call and request a special pickup. The trash co. has been good about not hitting me with extra fees, and my scumbaggy neighbors claim to not speak English so "discussing" the situation with them is sort of moot.
Two weeks ago they left a bed headboard at the curb, which of course didn't get picked up. The trash company wanted $15 to pick it up, I said screw that, so on Tuesday night I did my neighbors the favor of bringing the headboard back and tossing it on their front door step.
Wednesday morning I open my garage door to go to work and my scumbaggy neighbors felt it was my duty to dispose of the headboard, because they brought it back and leaned it on my garage door. Well guess what, when the door opened, the headboard fell and banged against my car. This is NOT, I repeat, NOT, the way to treat a guy's car when he's really into cars.
Being that my neighbors don't speak English, and me not wanting to be late for work, I tossed the headboard back onto their door step and banged on their front door like 50 times. Special Delivery! Hahaha. It was still o'dark-thirty in the AM.
Last night after getting home from work, I changed out of my slacks into some bum-around shorts with a loose waistband, so I didn't want to carry a heavy flashlight. Surefire U2 went into a cargo pocket.
Went out to eat, washed my car at the coin-op and bought a hammer drill at Home DePot. Drove home, pulled into my garage, and when I was unloading the trunk I see one of my scumbaggy neighbors approaching in an aggressive manner. He's in his natural state consisting of no shirt, no shoes, beer in hand, and judging by the clattering of empty bottles in their recycle bin, the beer-in-hand is a permanent fixture. I stand up and casually wait for him to say what he's going to say. I know it's not going to be any good, but what the hey, I'm game.
So the guy comes into my garage and is obviously very angry, he's yelling in has native tongue and smashes his (now empty) beer bottle on my floor and yells some more. I don't' say a word.
Cue Surefire U2.
Of all the lights I own, the U2 is my lightest lightweight, but when I shot it right in this guy's face, his hands came up to shield his eyes and he started to cower like a dog hahaha. I just pointed the light and gave a stern "Outta my garage! Outta my garage!" He left. Since he doesn't speak English, I can only assume he meant to get physical.
Five minutes later, I'm cleaning up the broken bottle mess and the guy comes back with five of his friends. So it's six of them and I know they're up to no good. I'm at the trash can by my workbench, which is about 25 feet from the garage door opening. They come walking up and I grab my Surefire M6 (with the MN21 bay-beee). As soon as my hand touches flashlight the first guy stops in his tracks like I just brandished a double-barrel Elmer Fudd special. The other five don't seem to care, and as soon as they cross threshold I light 'em up hahaha. Oh, and swear "YA WANT SOME?! YA WANT SOME HAH?! GET THE F OUTTA HERE! GET THE F OUTTA HERE YOU F'ING F'S!!"
HAHAHA. I don't know dude, I was completely incensed by this time. Bright flashlight's a good advantage to have at night… will have to get pants with bigger cargos. M6 is going to be my best friend for the next few weeks.
Of course, we have one scumbaggy neighbor. There are like 15 people living in their unit, which has four bedrooms. I know at least the downstairs bedroom has a family of four living in it (I won't even go into the parking and noise headaches). I usually bring my trash can out the night before the weekly pickup and my disgusting neighbors have gotten into the habit of putting their trash into my can because it all won't fit in theirs alone. At times when they fill all the neighbor's cans they just throw their trash on the street by the curb. It's so freaking disgusting. Anyway, the trash company will not pick up loose trash, so usually I'll make a call and request a special pickup. The trash co. has been good about not hitting me with extra fees, and my scumbaggy neighbors claim to not speak English so "discussing" the situation with them is sort of moot.
Two weeks ago they left a bed headboard at the curb, which of course didn't get picked up. The trash company wanted $15 to pick it up, I said screw that, so on Tuesday night I did my neighbors the favor of bringing the headboard back and tossing it on their front door step.
Wednesday morning I open my garage door to go to work and my scumbaggy neighbors felt it was my duty to dispose of the headboard, because they brought it back and leaned it on my garage door. Well guess what, when the door opened, the headboard fell and banged against my car. This is NOT, I repeat, NOT, the way to treat a guy's car when he's really into cars.
Being that my neighbors don't speak English, and me not wanting to be late for work, I tossed the headboard back onto their door step and banged on their front door like 50 times. Special Delivery! Hahaha. It was still o'dark-thirty in the AM.
Last night after getting home from work, I changed out of my slacks into some bum-around shorts with a loose waistband, so I didn't want to carry a heavy flashlight. Surefire U2 went into a cargo pocket.
Went out to eat, washed my car at the coin-op and bought a hammer drill at Home DePot. Drove home, pulled into my garage, and when I was unloading the trunk I see one of my scumbaggy neighbors approaching in an aggressive manner. He's in his natural state consisting of no shirt, no shoes, beer in hand, and judging by the clattering of empty bottles in their recycle bin, the beer-in-hand is a permanent fixture. I stand up and casually wait for him to say what he's going to say. I know it's not going to be any good, but what the hey, I'm game.
So the guy comes into my garage and is obviously very angry, he's yelling in has native tongue and smashes his (now empty) beer bottle on my floor and yells some more. I don't' say a word.
Cue Surefire U2.
Of all the lights I own, the U2 is my lightest lightweight, but when I shot it right in this guy's face, his hands came up to shield his eyes and he started to cower like a dog hahaha. I just pointed the light and gave a stern "Outta my garage! Outta my garage!" He left. Since he doesn't speak English, I can only assume he meant to get physical.
Five minutes later, I'm cleaning up the broken bottle mess and the guy comes back with five of his friends. So it's six of them and I know they're up to no good. I'm at the trash can by my workbench, which is about 25 feet from the garage door opening. They come walking up and I grab my Surefire M6 (with the MN21 bay-beee). As soon as my hand touches flashlight the first guy stops in his tracks like I just brandished a double-barrel Elmer Fudd special. The other five don't seem to care, and as soon as they cross threshold I light 'em up hahaha. Oh, and swear "YA WANT SOME?! YA WANT SOME HAH?! GET THE F OUTTA HERE! GET THE F OUTTA HERE YOU F'ING F'S!!"
HAHAHA. I don't know dude, I was completely incensed by this time. Bright flashlight's a good advantage to have at night… will have to get pants with bigger cargos. M6 is going to be my best friend for the next few weeks.
. I don't mean to sound like a peace lover:kiss: and lets all hold hands because i'm not:devil:. If communication doesn't work and police involvement is poor depending on your area then ya declare WAR and unleash the dogs of WAR
. All defense of course.
. I would like to seen a rapid flashing strobe mode and seen how he would have reacted to that. Good luck with your struggle and I only advise the peaceful route cause nobody would like to see a CPF member get hurt:grouphug:. As far as not being able to speak English and someone mentioning calling the INS, that can be in poor taste and could offend someone on the forum.
