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Originally posted by Ziroc:
Fill that gas can with water & sugar..  They will never use it again...
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Such a NASTY mind the man has!
LOVE it, lol!
That is actually a good idea, too - so long as you don't forget and use it yourself, lol!
Before I tell you my tale of woe, I agree with most everyone else - speak to the mother. Could be she has no idea what her boys are doing. If she does, and she is unhelpful, you have a choice of either locking everything up or or mentioning to her your country's equivalent of Britain's Social Services on account of her boys being 'out of control'. I would suggest this before police.
D'ya wanna hear my story now? I used to live on the top floor in a low-rise block of flats with my husband and children. A new family moved into the ground floor, and I made them welcome, as you do, and asked if their children would like to play with mine, etc - all the normal stuff. All seemed well for a while, but then my children started to complain that her children were taking their toys and pushing my son around (he was the youngest of them). I had a quiet word with the mother, who said it was my children causing the problem, not hers.
Ok. It was probably both lots. Eventually, my children refused to play with hers...
That is when the real trouble started. I cannot imagine the reason, but the wife became increasingly hostile towards me and my children (but the family were great friends with my husband!). One day, one of her children pushed my son down some steps. and my younger daughter, who was there, flew into a rage and pulled the other child's hair - kid stuff, but nasty.
She came to my door threatening me with the police, and started accusing me of being a witch and a satanist (sheesh!!). Anyway, I kept my cool. I just said "I'm sorry. I don't have to listen to this. I'm closing the door now." She immediately jammed her foot against the door to stop me, all the while swearing abominably. I kept pushing. Not hard, but steadily. Eventually, I got the door shut, but the toe of her slipper was jammed under the door. She went into an even greater rage, turned half away from the door (glass) then swung back and slammed her fist through it, showering both myself and my (naturally avidly curious) children with glass. She then stormed off downstairs again, yelling and swearing at me all the way, while I stood in stunned amazement. Then I started to clean up the glass. About 30 minutes late two grim policemen were at my door charging me with assault.
Silly woman had cut herself very badly on the glass and had told the policemen that I had deliberately slammed the door on her arm, causing it to go through the glass... My jaw dropped. And I was scared!! How could I defend myself? What proof had I got that I had not done so?
I was panicking, I can tell you! Then I remembered how difficult it had been to close the door... In fact, her slipper was still stuck underneath, even though I had opened it for the policemen. Hugely relieved, I pointed to it, and told the police what had happened. Their attitude changed. Suddenly I was no longer a criminal. They went back to her and issued a warning about malicious defamation and calling out the police without good reason.
It turned out, in the long run, that this family had been kicked out of home after home due to their appalling behaviour. They had apparantly never lived anywhere longer than a couple of years - the neighbours always complaind too much and had 'em thrown out.
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