Here is the thing Willie, when you live in the Beverly Hills of Illinois, you don't worry about dropping a few c-notes for a neighbor. Next you're going to tell me that you actually ask the price of a car before you decide to purchase.
I take it you've never been to Wilmette (or Ouilmette as I spell it). The neighbor was a newly minted partner at a Big 4 firm at the time and his reputation among his colleagues and neighbors was on the line. Luckily, it was mainly people from the neighborhood when I arrived and noticed the faux pas so he didn't make a fool out of himself in front of his fellow partners. My wife's friends from the neighborhood talked about the Chateau Ste. Gaaarbaaaajjj Merlot for months after the party and the wife has never assimilated with the other women in the neighborhood because of that mistake.
I must ask you, if you were invited to a party and they only had Busch Light or some other similarly inferior beer product that would make the host the source of ridicule and you expended hundreds of dollars of your own money to remedy the situation, wouldn't you expect to be compensated by the host?
The story does have a happy ending. The hotshot had risen to partner as a Sarbanes-Oxley specialist and had made grand promises of how much work he could generate. In 2010, he was "rightsized" and is now at one of those smaller firms that has offices in second tier cities.
I take it you've never been to Wilmette (or Ouilmette as I spell it). The neighbor was a newly minted partner at a Big 4 firm at the time and his reputation among his colleagues and neighbors was on the line. Luckily, it was mainly people from the neighborhood when I arrived and noticed the faux pas so he didn't make a fool out of himself in front of his fellow partners. My wife's friends from the neighborhood talked about the Chateau Ste. Gaaarbaaaajjj Merlot for months after the party and the wife has never assimilated with the other women in the neighborhood because of that mistake.
I must ask you, if you were invited to a party and they only had Busch Light or some other similarly inferior beer product that would make the host the source of ridicule and you expended hundreds of dollars of your own money to remedy the situation, wouldn't you expect to be compensated by the host?
The story does have a happy ending. The hotshot had risen to partner as a Sarbanes-Oxley specialist and had made grand promises of how much work he could generate. In 2010, he was "rightsized" and is now at one of those smaller firms that has offices in second tier cities.
We moved into our neighborhood last year(Bentwood in Ames) and have met most of our neighbors(all great people), except for the guy across the street. Never had a problem with him, he just seemed to keep to himself. Until yesterday...... Here is the setup...... We only have parking on one side of the street(opposite to our house) and that is very limited because of mailboxes and spacing(we can't block the curbside mailboxes or we get a warning from the postman) O.K. not a big we have all been doing fine about sharing over the last year. Four weeks ago we hire an in-home baby sitter for two of our kids, and the baby sitter was parking in the street between the neighbor's driveway and the house to the west of him. After about a week, a strange pickup we have never seen appears in the spot the babysitter parks in and is parked in such a way that it uses up two spots and then there is a mailbox, so our baby sitter is unable to park there anymore. So, she then starts parking on the other side of our neighbors driveway (only enough room for one car because of mailboxes) so now she is directly in front of his house(on the street)...... perfectly legal and not blocking any mailboxes. So yesterday morning he is sitting on his porch waiting for the babysitter to arrive. When she finally arrives, he proceeds t chew her *** for having the nerve to park in front of his house, blocking his view(of what?), and blocking the mail boxes(which she was not). He wasn't nice, or didn't make a request, he just verbally attacked her. This instantly ****** me off, so I was ready to go over and confront him. Then I had a great idea...... I moved my ****** rust-bucket explorer(errand/work vehicle) out of the driveway and parked it in her spot(in front of his house), and now she parks in our driveway. Now instead of seeing her car(an older, but in good shape, vehicle) for eight hours a day, he can look at my ****-box all day and all night. HA HA ******! This morning, as I drove off, I looked back to see him standing in the doorway of his house with a sour look on his face.
I take it you've never been to Wilmette (or Ouilmette as I spell it). The neighbor was a newly minted partner at a Big 4 firm at the time and his reputation among his colleagues and neighbors was on the line. Luckily, it was mainly people from the neighborhood when I arrived and noticed the faux pas so he didn't make a fool out of himself in front of his fellow partners. My wife's friends from the neighborhood talked about the Chateau Ste. Gaaarbaaaajjj Merlot for months after the party and the wife has never assimilated with the other women in the neighborhood because of that mistake.
I must ask you, if you were invited to a party and they only had Busch Light or some other similarly inferior beer product that would make the host the source of ridicule and you expended hundreds of dollars of your own money to remedy the situation, wouldn't you expect to be compensated by the host?
The story does have a happy ending. The hotshot had risen to partner as a Sarbanes-Oxley specialist and had made grand promises of how much work he could generate. In 2010, he was "rightsized" and is now at one of those smaller firms that has offices in second tier cities.
I wish we gave out "Poster of the Week" awards, because this guy is awesomesauce.
We moved into our neighborhood last year(Bentwood in Ames) and have met most of our neighbors(all great people), except for the guy across the street. Never had a problem with him, he just seemed to keep to himself. Until yesterday...... Here is the setup...... We only have parking on one side of the street(opposite to our house) and that is very limited because of mailboxes and spacing(we can't block the curbside mailboxes or we get a warning from the postman) O.K. not a big we have all been doing fine about sharing over the last year. Four weeks ago we hire an in-home baby sitter for two of our kids, and the baby sitter was parking in the street between the neighbor's driveway and the house to the west of him. After about a week, a strange pickup we have never seen appears in the spot the babysitter parks in and is parked in such a way that it uses up two spots and then there is a mailbox, so our baby sitter is unable to park there anymore. So, she then starts parking on the other side of our neighbors driveway (only enough room for one car because of mailboxes) so now she is directly in front of his house(on the street)...... perfectly legal and not blocking any mailboxes. So yesterday morning he is sitting on his porch waiting for the babysitter to arrive. When she finally arrives, he proceeds t chew her *** for having the nerve to park in front of his house, blocking his view(of what?), and blocking the mail boxes(which she was not). He wasn't nice, or didn't make a request, he just verbally attacked her. This instantly ****** me off, so I was ready to go over and confront him. Then I had a great idea...... I moved my ****** rust-bucket explorer(errand/work vehicle) out of the driveway and parked it in her spot(in front of his house), and now she parks in our driveway. Now instead of seeing her car(an older, but in good shape, vehicle) for eight hours a day, he can look at my ****-box all day and all night. HA HA ******! This morning, as I drove off, I looked back to see him standing in the doorway of his house with a sour look on his face.