Yes, yes. It's another installment of "That Banging Brood Next Door" and how utterly worthless it is to call the cops.
It all started at 6:14 p.m., when I'd just gotten home. I could hear some thumping next door. I waited until about 6:18 p.m. to see if it would stop (dream on); then I tried calling the cops. Well, Dispatcher S said they'd send someone out here. I didn't speak with any officers whatsoever.
Then at 6:45 p.m., the Banging Brood got much louder. They were so rough with the wall that it shook violently. I called the police again. I got Dispatcher S. She said they'd just been out there. Really? That's news to me.
At about 7:00, the banging was still going on. It didn't stop until 7:15 p.m., when the officers went over there to have a heated argument with the mother. While I spoke with the snarky male cop after their visit next door, I saw the eldest sibling taking the younger ones out to play.
Why in the blue cheese blazes didn't the mother or the eldest sibling do that before I had to call the cops the first time? And why the crap do taxpayers have to keep useless officers that tell you to "nut up and deal with it, because it's apartment living" employed?
Six weeks of harassment, and FBPD condones it. Or at least Officer Snark does. Heck, he even tried passing the blame onto upstairs neighbors, and the noise isn't coming from there. I told him to his face that the mother practically admitted to me her kids are the ones doing it, when I pointed out how vibrations travel through walls.
I sent off another email to Wells Asset Management. I told them point blank that the whole world will know they're just as powerless as everyone else.
If the "city" of Farmers Branch ever gets off its butt and bills the complex, that's another $1,000 the parents of the Banging Brood will owe. But I don't call the cops to make them pay fines. I do it because they're disturbing me and doing so deliberately. What, does six weeks of harassment sound like an "accident" to you?
Farmers Branch, you don't want me to "fix it myself". Okay? But that's what every government slap-monkey and everyone else seems to be telling me to do with their inaction. I've tried telling Officer Snark this, and he calls his "advice" "help". And believe me, when the banging got so bad that my wall shook from floor to ceiling, I was sorely tempted to "fix it" in a very unacceptable manner.
Society just doesn't "get it" anymore.
