Encounters with Assholes – and one nice mechanic

I live above a bar. Not just a bar, but a real dive bar. I like most elements of my apartment, and even the bar doesn’t bother me most of the time, but yesterday situation become untenable.

Yesterday morning when headed out to my car to drive to work, I discovered that some asshole had pried open the cover to my gas tank, removed the cap, and stuffed a white t-shirt into the hole.

Okay. Annoying.  I figured someone had just siphoned some gas, so I removed the t-shirt, bent the flange back into place so the cover would close again, and drove off.

And immediately noticed massive engine issues that had not troubled my car the previous day.

So I turned right back around and took it to the mechanic next door and asked if they could check it over. Which they did, and confirmed my suspicions that someone had probably put something in the gas tank. My completely spurious guess was beer, but it could have been anything, really.

A few hundred dollars and a fuel tank flush later… the car is running well enough, but smoking a lot. Supposedly that will tone down after a while? The mechanic was really great, though, in that he put me at the front of the queue and got the work done fast enough that I was able to get my car this morning.

But… here’s what gets me. I think most people can agree that coming down to find that someone had poured beer into your gas tank would be a really shitty way to start a day/week/month. Like, hearing that, you would go ‘man, that would suck if it happened to me.’ So what sort of asshole do you have to be to go to some random stranger’s car, turn off that feeling of ‘that would suck if it happened to me’ and do that to them? Like… seriously. I can sort of grok the kinds of thoughtless harm we do to people to fulfill our own needs. I was annoyed by but understood people breaking in to my car to rifle through my console looking for loose change (which has happened twice so far this year). But… this… I just don’t get the sort of empathetic disconnect that would make it possible for someone to do this kind of deliberate harm. I mean… it’s not like they even get to watch the result of my distress. I just… I don’t get it.

But that was not my only encounter with assholery yesterday.

So I submitted a police report, knowing that there’s not really anything they can do, but very gratified to know that they’ve now digitized that shit, so I can just go online and file the report and not have to take up anyone’s time or talk to anyone.

And then I called my landlady. Now, I prefaced the conversation by saying that I understood that this wasn’t her responsibility, and that I didn’t think there was much she could do, but I wanted to let her know that I’d had several instances of vandalism recently, and to inform her of this one in particular. All that I asked her to do was talk to the owners of the bar downstairs and ask them to keep an eye on their patrons and try to discourage their regulars from vandalizing the cars in the lot.

She was extremely unsympathetic. At first she suggested that it might not have been people from the bar. It might have been people using the alleyway behind the apartment, because people used that alleyway. I told her that in the nine months I’ve been living there, I’ve gotten pretty familiar with the use-patterns around the building. The alleyway is used only rarely, and mostly by people walking their dogs. The bar sees pretty frequent and often belligerent traffic, and that it’s very likely that it was the bar. And then I asked again if she could just talk to the owners and encourage them to discourage their patrons from this sort of activity.

THEN she started gaslighting me. She said that she hadn’t received any reports of vandalism from the other tenants. I told her that I’d talked to two of the downstairs tenants, and both of them park their cars two blocks away because they’ve suffered vandalism before that they associate with the bar patrons. She suggested that I do the same. I told her that I am a small woman and not a burly dude like the other two tenants. I have to look out for my safety, and that does not include walking two blocks home after dark. Nor do I want to have to walk in the cold/rain, nor do I want to have to walk two blocks with groceries. And since I can never predict what night someone might decide to vandalize my car, I would have to consistently park far away. And no, I’m not willing to do that.

She remained unsympathetic, and she wouldn’t agree to talk to the bar owners. I’m going to talk to them myself today, but I don’t think it will have the same weight. I now wonder if the reason the other tenants didn’t bother to report the previous vandalism to  her was because they figured out what I was too stupid to realize, which is that reporting it to her would only be an exercise in pointless frustration.

So… assholes abound, in a variety of flavors. And I… am looking for a new apartment.

14 thoughts on “Encounters with Assholes – and one nice mechanic”

  1. Are we our mother?

    Any woman contemplating a committed relationship should read: “Women Who Love To Much” by R. Norwood. Be sure to read it all the way through and after seeing all the examples of what leads to dysfunctional relationships read the chapter on what leads to functional relationships. It is an empowering book even for those in healthy relationships.

    I first read it in 1985 – and I dramatically changed. The custody battles ended. Then I forgot about it until last month. I’ve just re-read it. I could have saved myself a lot of pain if I hadn’t forgotten about it. But, we all get it when we get it and not a moment earlier.

  2. I don’t know if you remember, but not so long ago we discussed relationships and how they’re scary and big, and you said something that I thought was pretty profound at the time. You told me that we should worry more just about the reaching out an loving people, the act of loving than with where it might end up a year or five years, or thirty years down the road. Worry is paralytic, and it often causes us to make mistakes we could have avoided if we weren’t so worried about making them. That’s all. 🙂

  3. Somehow I missed this post earlier

    As I am about 6-7 months out from marrying your brother, I have thought both about your parents divorce and the permanent separation of my own parents, it is hard not to think about it but I try not to worry.
    What I have come to realize in my relationship with Devon, as well from my thoughts on the relationships that have come before, is that love is not enough, to save a relationship from failure. For me it is more than the deep love I have for Devon that makes my part of our relationship work, we also have damned good communication, and he makes me laugh, but most importantly I think is that we work as a team to make the relationship work and still maintain the relationship we have with ourselves as individuals. What I like about Devon is that he is emotionally suppportive of me going out doing my own thing without him, he is not threatened by my having my own life, career, and friends that have very little to do with me. Besides the Devon is damn cute.

    In the end, I like to believe that my parents really did love each other and that perhaps my mother was too young and father to in to himself to really work at their marriage. Or perhaps the sole purpose of the meeting and getting married was to produce me, once that was done they could go their separate ways. 🙂

  4. “Al Dente”, though that may be in poor taste).
    hee hee hee heee. Do it. And no al dente is well supposed to be the best. 😉

    So, I guess what I want to know is who makes a full-body fanged-pussy costume without knowing that the appropriate term is vagina dentata?
    Well, yeah, I can see that happening. Perhaps she is being called to do so and just doesn’t know the terminology. Perhaps the universe had you run into her so that she would learn.

    And why does the concept keep coming up in my life this week?
    Hmmm…. I don’t know. But I’m sure if you sink your teeth into it, you will find out.

    He heeehe heeehahahahaha heee hahah!! Can’t wait to read the story. 😉

    1. Vagina dentata you say? Hmmmm…I’ll have to remember that this Halloween. That being said, I’m wondering what the package with said costume had it labeled as? “Fanged Pussy Costume-One Size Fits All”? Your post made my day…thanks for the laugh!

  5. That does suck a lot. Sadly I think the answer to your “what kind of asshole” is “a drunk one”. That “this would suck if it happened to me” empathic response goes right out the window with the right kind of booze goggles.

    Not to demonize booze, but my friends and I used to call it “rageahol” and “asshole juice” for a reason.

    I hope things look up and if I can help with the apartment hunting, let me know!

    1. I think “this would suck if it happened to me” doesn’t even come into a lot of sober people’s heads. I like to believe that people are primarily nice but they are overwhelmingly thoughtless and “this would be funny!” overrides all sense of “this will suck for someone else.”

      Though this sort of thing… the funny derives from making it suck for someone else.

  6. Meh!

    I’m so sorry to hear this! The vandalism is one thing, but the landlord situation is very much another, I’d almost say more serious, one. My quality of life improved drastically when I got out of an apartment in both a bad neighborhood (I don’t have a car, but I did have a bike stolen) in which my landlord mostly tried to get the most money out of me possible without ever having to listen to anything I had to say regarding the state of the building, safety, cleanliness, etc. Moving sounds like an excellent option. I wish you oh so much luck. 🙂

  7. That sucks, and more, the landlady situation sucks. One of the reasons my roommie and I haven’t moved, even though our apt is a bit of a reach financially, is because we have great landlord who live on-premesis. Having had awful landlord, this is worth it.

    Good luck finding a new place!

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