And now I was just swarmed by a shitload of bees. I thought a car had kicked up some pollen or something (I'm not very bright, apparently...also I was paying attention to Toto), and then one of the construction workers (there's a big hole in the street right now) yelled, "Lady! Get out of there!" I have no idea where they came from or where they went when they left, but I didn't get stung so that's all I care about.

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so ... that'll give you, um, bees?

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hooray for guilt!

If only! During the 'discussion' when I said that I have to protect my client's rights to privacy and would never leave work out if I'd known he was coming, he made a statement like: Oh, YOUR business suffers?! How about MY business when you complain about my dog crapping in the yard?"

I just looked at him for a minute and then blurted out, "You are joking,right?"

Yeah, somehow I've quashed his personal freedom by not wanting to walk past festering piles of dog crap...or to have my clients (or anybody else visiting) walk past it either.

t hangs head in dismay and contemplates suicide by ice cream

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How about MY business when you complain about my dog crapping in the yard?"

Wuh-huh? People only stop coming to his store if you tell them about the dog poo? Customers don't notice it otherwise?

Something smells funny.

suicide by ice cream

Silly, ice cream is a cure-all, not an end-it-all.

((vw)) I'm sorry today is not your day.

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ooh maybe I'll go get some gelato...hmmm...

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bonny, would it be out of place to ask whether moving to a new place with a sane landlord is an option?

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Wuh-huh?

Right. Logic-free zone.

Actually, people stopped coming to the store because his poor dog (who he doesn't bring anymore) is so out of control fearful and untrained that she threatened all but a couple of people. And I had the bruises to attest to the fact that being her 'friend' was not the better end of the deal.

His 'arguments' were meant to be threatening because he 'rented the apartment as an apartment' not an office which means that I've somehow changed the rules enough that he should get away with everything and I should never complain about anything.

Too bad I have multiple letters proving his agreement with the office space for the last 7+ years.

Silly, ice cream is a cure-all, not an end-it-all.

From your lips to my hips. And I don't even care. t toddling off to Ben & Jerry's

bonny, would it be out of place to ask whether moving to a new place with a sane landlord is an option?

A totally logical question. Tragically, I LOVE my apartment. I love the building. I just wish he loved it as much. I'm not in a financial situation good enough to pick up and move, either. Thus, the stuckness and outrage. What I ask is not too much...but it sure seems to much to expect.

Feh.

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mmmm ... ice cream ... there's a farmers' market I hit most weeks that has artisanal (artisinal?) ice cream and gelato. Interesting flavors ... but it takes me so long to get home, it'd melt on the way. But still ... mojito gelato?

And thanks for the advice everyone - I'll work on the best way to phrase things and talk to my friend.

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But still ... mojito gelato?

oh yeah! The gelato place in my work hood has that. In fact, they may be related to the ones at your farmer's market.

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I'm not sure I've ever had mojito gelato*, but I'm wholly in favor of mojito popsicles.

* but boy, is it ever fun to say.

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