u/undercoverweeaboo

Hello, I definitely belong to this community after the debacle I went through this week. EDIT: someone pointed out that it is unfair to make fun of his height which he cannot control, and I agree. So he will be renamed Dickhead Von Fuckface instead of Shortie.

We rent a nice house in a lovely neighborhood. Our neighbors are all lovely except for one. I will refer to this man as Dickhead Von Fuckface. This is gonna be long, strap in. Enjoy. Feel my rage emanating through the screen.

Dickhead Von Fuckface is obsessive about his yard. He spends nearly every day outside blasting his annoying music and running around 20-40 power tools (or at least it sounds like it). I tolerated it because he was nice enough.

Anyway, some dick hit our communal cluster mailbox that is located between the sidewalk in front of me and Shortie's house and broke the middle post. It fell over. No biggie, right? Incorrect! Dickhead Von Fuckface decided that the past 40 years that these mailboxes were there were over, so he CUT DOWN the posts and chucked everyone's mailbox on their porch. I was like, pretty sure that's not how it works.... So I contacted the postmaster. Sure enough, Dickhead Von Fuckface not only was not allowed to do that but he also DUG A HOLE in city-owned concrete without a permit or approval. She said the mailbox must go up exactly how it was or nobody's getting their mail. She also ominously let me know that multiple of our neighbors stopped in to talk to her and reported that "someone" in the neighborhood was being difficult about it. Gee- who could that be? Anyway... That's fine, right? I was sure that Dickhead Von Fuckface just didn't know, so I sent my fiancé over to talk to him.

Now I want to make this clear- my fiancé is the sweetest human on earth. He's like a teddy bear. Every neighbor is his friend. I call him the mediator. He's besties with Shortie. Tell me why he walks back through the door BRIGHT RED and says "I just got in a screaming match with Dickhead Von Fuckface". Uh oh.

Anyway, skipping over the last week, we found out that he had been throwing an absolute shitfit over this realization that the mailboxes that have been in front of his house for the last 40 years will once again be there. He blamed one of our neighbors for knocking the mailbox over, yelled at our elderly neighbor who might be the sweetest man on earth, and apparently got himself kicked out of the post office being a fucking loon. Two weeks go by, our mail is being held hostage, everyone's pissed, and tensions are rising. I take shit into my own hands. My neighbors and I all collaborated and I drew up a detailed new plan that was specially approved by the postmaster. She was going to have to change the entire line of service just for him but was willing to do it so he wouldn't escalate further. I spent hours at the city office, USPS and hardware store and ended up drawing a lovely plan that would only cost each neighbor around $10. I placed a letter on everyone's doorstep with estimates and the exact plan and encouraged any questions or input. Two of our neighbors were going to help put it up. Everyone was happy except for our poor postmaster and mailman.

So tell me why, the day before construction starts, this little tiny troglodyte of a man flounces up to our doorstep and lets us know he was putting the communal mailbox up immediately. Turns out this slimy mucousy shit of a person tried to call up his cousin, THE MAYOR, to bully her into making a special exemption. When she wouldn't budge and the city threatened fines for his illegal concrete-digging adventure, he panicked and backtracked. He did not apologize to my teddy bear of a fiancé for screaming like a lunatic, nor did he do it for our neighbors that he has lived next to for most of their lives. He did it because he got cornered by the postmaster and city.

You think it's over, right? Well, almost. But this part was the one that tipped me over the edge. This motherfucker... This neanderthal... This tiny little man.... FLOUNCED up to our door last night, demanding SIXTY FUCKING DOLLARS for his "labor". He did not pay for any materials. He sent my fiancé to Home Depot to buy a plank using his own money. He didn't have to drill a hole in the concrete, and he reused the old, shitty posts from before that again... HE CUT DOWN. ILLEGALLY. My fiancé had to essentially lock me in our bedroom to stop me from turning into a werewolf and biting this man.

He had extorted our neighbors as well, including a disabled 90+ year old who couldn't get to the usps to pick up her own mail,w hich means he was charging our neighborhood NEARLY $400 TOTAL FOR DOING NOTHING. Keep in mind, he has been holding our mail hostage for 2.5 weeks now. Our mail carrier has had to make special trips up to our door to drop off important stuff. He has screamed at everybody in the neighborhood at this point. He committed a fuckin felony for fucks sake!! And what happens? We get the luxury of paying him $60 for doing literally nothing but fixing his own disgusting selfish tantrum. Btw.... I was purchasing all the supplies brand new, building much better setup, and only charging each neighbor $10. Because I have a soul and am not a scammer.

I hate this man. That's all! I'm not done. I will bury myself in the ground before I leave this alone. He has an enemy for life. That is the story of my teeny tiny little baby man of a neighbor.

Hi everyone!

A dingbat hit our communal mailbox and knocked the whole thing over, so my neighbors and I are building a new one. I am in charge of planning and wanting to see what y'all thought of this idea I had.

We are planning on doing a fairly temporary fix where we fill a couple buckets with concrete or tamped down gravel and stick a couple of 2x4s on to mount all the boxes.

I am a plant person and thought it would be nice to eventually build a little planter box around the buckets of concrete and add some annual native flowers for curb appeal. Will this harm the stability of the mailboxes or cause the buckets to degrade? Any downsides? Thanks in advance.