There were two and a half incidents in all of the three years we've lived here. There was the time we got too close to Wol the former porn star, a locus of psychodrama if ever I saw one. (This guy puts anyone on LJ seriously to shame. Modt high-drama LJ people have high-intensity happy to balance out the AIUGH!! This guy is all-disaster all the time.) This caused some issues.
Then there was that one very loud drunken party that I wound up calling the cops on. I had been planning to stand on the patio in a menacing fashion and advise them to shut it up in my best teacher-fashion. However, when I was handed a straight line like "I told you, be quiet, that lady's calling the cops!" how could I resist? This was the "half", as it wasn't a party thrown for the sole purpose of pissing off the neighborhood, it just had that side effect.
The other incident happened a while ago. I was bringing a load of laundry back from the dryers when someone made a loud, rude comment. Twice. After dropping the laundry off at the apartment, I marched back there and the erring teenage little bitch was given what-for by her father, and the incident was politely dismissed as a case of mistaken identity. Evidently I come off as scary and possibly potentially violent when that angry.
We've been here over three years, which is a long time in apartments in fly-by-night Phoenix. Never had trouble. So what's this foolish nonsense?
I wondered on paper this morning: Was he just drunk, or is he really that stupid?