You may recall the little incident that I wrote about in February, in which our adjoining neighbors’ garage caught on fire, yet they never managed to tell us about.
I was really mad at the time. I wanted answers. Since Mr. & Mrs. Unfriendly next door were never going to tell us what happened, I called our townhouse management office that Tuesday. And called. Left a polite voicemail. Called some more. Left another polite voicemail. Called some more. Left a rather unfriendly voicemail demanding an answer by the end of the day Thursday. All to no response.
I wanted to find out what happened, make sure the threat of fire had been eliminated, and verify that we did not have to worry about our shared garage wall (which includes our gas water heater and electrical panel, if you were wondering what I was so worried about). Since management here is clearly useless, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands – I Googled our neighbors address. And came up with this headline: