| sa meredith |
10-30-2008 05:24 PM |
help them
Seriously, offering to help them clear everything away is probably the best move. Plan a legit trip to the dump one day, and a few days before, be sure to run into them, and...."hey, how are you guys?" "Look, I borrowed my bother-in-law's truck for the weekend, as my garage is starting to look like a garbage collector, and I need to haul the stuff away. Want to join in, and we'll grab some of the stuff from your yard?" Something to that effect.
Here's a true story...a couple of years back, my neighbor (at home, not at the lake) started discarding his old cars on the side of his driveway. Now, we live on a cul-de-sac, and there are only three house, so everyone sees everyone elses front yard as plain as day. And this one neighbor decided to simply park his old unregistered car along side his driveway, and his and his wife's car in the driveway. And then, a bit later, she got a new car...and guess where her old car went? Yep, right behind his discarded auto. (and both where very old, worthless cars. No resale value at all). So, time goes by, and now he actually starts mowing around them. As the summer rolls along, the grass around and under the cars grows to 8", 9", 10", and then maybe a foot or so. And it starts to look sooooooo "white trash". These cars now look like planters. Then the straw that breaks the camel's back...his teenage son becomes of driving age, and gets a car. So now, we are all looking at 5 cars in his front yard....and it got very old, very quick. And the two junkers sit and sit and sit.
Finally I took a walk over one night, with two cold beers, and said "hey Ron...have a brew!" "Look. I have a service I use at work that hauls away scap cars for free. They just come and get them...title or no title. If you want, I'll have them stop by and get these two paper weights off your hands. Normally they charge people, but I'll tell them you traded them, and they belong to us." "I'm sure you're sick of looking at them everyday". Anyway....he said no, as he had plans for them. And a week or so later, they were gone. Maybe a coincidence, maybe not...
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