"Fuck! I didn't ask you to come over!" was her response. Sounds like an awfully long name to me....the little man probably was made fun of all through school with that kind of name.
Fuck! Pay attention in class.
Fuck! If you have something to share I'm sure the rest of the class would be interested. Fuck! How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?
Fuck! One more peep out of you and you're going to the principal's office!
Fuck! I didn't ask you to come over! I will only say this one more time. Are you hearing me?And can you imagine the playground?
Fuck! You don't know shit. So let me introduce you, Fuck!, this is Shit. Shit, this is Fuck!
I feel an Abbott and Costello bit coming on....
Anyway, I continue my inquiry and note that Scarlett is quickly (re)gaining her reputation as a whore. My calls continue for a few minutes as she for one reason or another seems to be hanging up on me. Can't imagine why.
Scarlett finally emerges from what is now the neighborhood whorehouse and asks "What is wrong with you?" What's wrong with me? Seriously? So I just ask again (this gets so tiring) who her house guest is. "I'm getting on with my life" is the response. What? This guy has multiple names?? But on the hunch that what she just said was not his name but instead a statement of some sort I corrected her by telling her that in fact her life was not "getting on" as she thought but rather was headed down the toilet.
She took offense to that and announced that she was going back inside and calling the police. I invited her to do just that so that there would be a record of her and her behavior. But I also had Rx's to pick up. So, since Fuck! was not going to come out and play I left.
About half an hour or so later I received a call from Tara. However, it was a male voice who asked if he was speaking to Salty. I informed him that this was indeed his phone. He proceeded to tell me that he was Officer Whatshisname from the Fog Beach PD. My response was "So says the voice on the phone". He managed to convince me that he was who he said he was and not Fuck!.
So we had a nice little conversation about what does and does not constitute harassment, my concern about a total stranger being in a house that I own the majority of and that still contains the vast majority of my items, items that I have no idea whether they are being pocketed by Mr. Fuck! or destroyed, damaged, being listed on ebay, etc. Mr. Officer seemed to understand my concern but wanted to make it clear to me that I was not to come over to MY house unless specifically asked and that he had listened to my messages and that if those were to continue it could be construed as a crime.
So I asked Mr. Officer if I could ask him a question. Sure, he said. Okay then, if voice mails can be considered harassment and possibly a crime, what about emails? Why yes, he said those as well. Good. Because I have saved in excess of 200 emails from Scarlett that make what I said in 5 messages look pale by comparison. I also informed him that yes, I have come over to MY house a handful of times unannounced but by far the vast majority - 98% or so of the time, have been at her request or command.
I was informed that he was not going to be doing anything more than just writing up a report but if this behaviour (on both ends) continued that either one of us could request a restraining order on the other. Color me gobsmacked.....
And that's where it lies now. Scarlett believes that she really put Salty in his place when all she really accomplished was reducing her share of the settlement even further. Not to mention now being completely on her own.
Still don't know what Fuck! looks like but I have a hunch it's something like a little sniveling 98 pound weakling and coward who sends a whore out to do his talking for him.
Told you I was going to start having some fun with this!
Salty my friend I suggest that you get the accountants to hurry up with their findings so you can prove beyond a shadow of a doubt who really owns the house or the biggest percentage. And once that is in writing have the same good officer of Fog Beach Patrol escort little Scarlett and her would be wannabe male friends off the property. Post haste in other words. Kick her a$$ to the curb and let her fend for herself. Or better yet start charging her rent for each and every day she stays there, at twice the going rate of the nearest cheap motel. I mean hell hookers get cut rates at motels and still have to pay their pimps. So why not cash in on the motel rates if she is going to act like a hooker. I realize she is giving "it" away for free, but still if they had any decency they would at least be getting a motel room. And it would be cheaper for them in the long run if you were to charge twice as much for them to use "your" house over the cheaper motel rates.
ReplyDeleteJust a little food for thought.