I have had to put up with this creep for years - he lives next door and talks on his cel phone in the back parking area, so all the surrounding buildings can hear his "important" calls. I think he's in one of those "music sales marketing" jobs you see advertised on craiglist ... and probably most of the time there's no one on the other end. Once I heard him beg for his job! It was great. Having had enough, I yelled, "Ha, ha! Douchebag!" People yell out the windows at him.
At one point he had a dog and naturally left dogshit all over. I guess his ghetto reception has gotten worse or the tenants have finally taken up arms against him, because he's now parading up and down the sidewalk in his socks, making his loud, "important calls." I made sure to let him know I was taking his picture so he felt super-important.
I'm so glad I'm moving.
