Ever have a difficult neighbor? I mean a really difficult neighbor. The kind who makes everyday A-holes look like nothing more than everyday A-holes. Well, we've got one of those.
We live down a dirt road down another dirt road and when it rains or snows that dirt turns to mud. Nasty, slippery, sloppy mud. A part of this road is shared by 4 properties and after 3 winters of this general misery, we spent the money to repair it. After dealing with ruts, bumps, and feeling like we're on ski's due mostly to Mr. Popularity's oilfield water hauler, we dropped about 2 grand in road-base, gravel, and equipment rentals to get it right.
Hubbins finished up yesterday, and no kidding, before it was even fully compacted this pleasant fellow hopped in his truck with the road dragger (<-- highly technical term) attached behind it and swiped all the road-base up into his own driveway!
Oh yes. I am less than thrilled. Catalog this with driveway-blocking post drilling, barbed-wire to trap us in stretching, and [suspected] dog poisoning that the sheriffs department can do nothing about.
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