I used to get a lot of scrap from a guy who lived in a HOA neighborhood. I pulled up one day in with the Suburban and the big trailer an we were taking stuff out of his garage and putting it on the trailer. His drive was steeper than the trailer would go up without dragging and scarring his concrete driveway. While we were loading someone across the road came in a parked on the opposite side of the street from me.
There was room to drive between the two vehicles. A woman in a fancy car showed up and started yelling and cussing at me because she was the HOA president and I was blocking the road. I knew she didn't live on that street because we were there every couple of weeks.
I told her to pound sand and get lost. She said she wa going to fine me. I told her I was going to knock a pile of scrap metal on her car. I didn't live there and she had no more authority over what I did than the president of Yugosalvia. She got so mad she turned bright red and told me again she was going to fine me. I told her if she didn't get out of my way I was going to have the police ticket her for blocking the road. She lit out and i never saw her again.
There were lots of neighbors standing out watching. They all knew me and I bought their old appliances and junk from them on occasion.
Turns out the guy had been locked in a battle to have her removed as HOA president. He won that year.
I blame these people's parents. Mostly I blame their fathers. They didn't raise these people right or they wouldn't act like that. Something is missing or wrong in their lives that makes them miserable and they want everyone else to be just as miserable. Our HOA president went through an ugly divorce. Now he's an ass about everything.
This forum is as close to social media interaction as you will find me. I let a neighbor talk me into getting on a forum for the neighborhood called NextDoor. Sounded like a good idea, you can keep up if someone's shed is getting broken into, sell and buy stuff. Now everyday I'm getting emails from the place where neighbor's are crying the blues and complaining about things. It's incredible. I don't need that crap in my life. So now I have those emails go straight to my deleted folder.
Four days ago I said I was done on this thread. It has felt good to vent a little and also know that I am not the only one that feels this way and there's still good souls in the world, but I will stop now.