The Nasty Old Grouch Upstairs

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a true story that happened to me last summer.

Submitted: March 10, 2014

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The Nasty Old Grouch Upstairs

 

I recently moved into a pretty nice apartment complex in the Midwest USA.  One of the "perks" of the buildings is that you are allowed to grill in the backyard area 24/7/365.  Shortly after moving I had a few friends over for a barbeque.  Because it was very hot we waited until after sundown, about 8pm MST.  Just after lighting the charcoal The Nasty Old Grouch on the 2nd floor started yellling at us about the smoke coming into his apartment.  Before I could say anything my friend Reba mouthed off at him about "Why don't you f@##ing shut your F@##ing window and put your F@#$ing air conditioning on?!?"  He then started yelling about how he didn't want to raise his electric bill.  I finally had to yell "Calm down!  Truce!" to both of them.  One of my other friends noticed the windows in the front of the building were all closed so we carefully picked up the grill, carried it through the building then grilled our food in the front yard, using trays to carry the food to the backyard where the picnic tables are.

 

While eating and having a few beers my friend Reba started going off about The Nasty Old Grouch, and how I shouldn't tollerate people like him.  I politely explained to her that "You see when the barbeque is done you guys all get to go home.  I have to live here and that means getting along with the neighbors."  After eating we then went back to my place and listened to some great country music.  Just before everyone left for the night we moved the grill back into the backyard.  As I was having my last beer I started wondering how to negotiate a peace treaty with The Grouch.  I also prayed to God that no matter what happens in the future with my age, job, health or anything else that no matter how old I get I never lose my sense of humor and become a nasty old grouch like him.

 

A couple of weeks later my friends came back for another barbeque.  Reba saw the nasty old grouch in the parking lot, so I asked him to come into the backyard and agree on a spot to put the grill, making it clear that I can't control the wind.  It turned out that he went to building management and complained about me.  The manager took my side and told him that our leases allow grilling and wondered just why he was being so nasty to me about it.  After agreeing on a spot to place the grill I invited him to join us for a burger and a beer.  He declined.  So me and my friends ended up having a great time.

 

I solved the mystery of how to negotiate a peace treaty with The Nasty Old Grouch Upstairs.  Keep my and my friends' (especially Reba's) mouthes shut and let someone else handle the situation!

 


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