I got home from work today and my wife informs me he chewed them out again telling them "they are on his sidewalk", "they have no business riding....", and was told he called them "rugrats" and "mother F'ers". I cracked a beer, drank half, and headed out the door to his house (beer still in hand). I skipped the door bell and banged on his door, when he came out I asked if there was a problem. He told me yes there was and started poking a finger towards my chest. When I told him that wasnt wise he put his hands in his pockets.
I wish I could tell you guys more about what happened, but I kinda saw red after that. His excuse was "if your kids get hit by a car you'll come trying to sue me". Give me a farking break. I remember telling him (not in my inside voice) that his property stops at his grass, and to mind his own business and let me raise my own kids. May have used some sentence enhancers sprinkled in. I may or may not have told him to move back to California where he came from. After being congratulated by some of the other neighbors that are also tired of his attitude, I made my way home.
I've been wanting to do that for a few years and today felt like as good of a day as any.
