Apparently, the neighbor (a renter) moved out and threw away their things. For some unknown reason, they wheeled their garbage cans in front of my house. Then, along came looters (which I am for considering the shit was headed for the landfill) who quickly spread it all over my front yard and their yard.
I called the owner of the house (an investment company) and got their maintenance man. This is definitely a maintenance issue. He said he would call the owner and call me back. This was the night before closing day.
Guess what? Yep, no return call came to me. So, after dealing with the paperwork, I drove to the investment company's office. The two ladies there were polite and said they would contact the owner. I said, "If you could just have it cleaned up by today...it's starting to stink." (The contents included a bag of refrigerated food.) She said she would have the owner call me.
Guess what? Yep, no call came from the owner. So, around 4:30 I called the company back. This time the woman was not polite. She said the owner had been at the house earlier and said it was my problem now.
BAM! I was pissed. This "owner" does not have to live in this neighborhood and see this mess his tenant left. People cannot use the sidewalk and the stuff is maggoty and stinky. I called the city to ask what to do. They told me to file a police report and to report a grievance. I have to take one for the team. I think I am going to be taking one for the team a lot.
So, the police came out and filed a report. The officers were sweet, but I could see the "What do you expect" look in their eyes. Welcome to the ghetto.
I called metro back and asked what to do with the shit. The woman told me. "Well, it is on your property so you will have to clean it up." I told her I felt like buying a shovel and leaving it on their front porch. She warned me not to do that since I don't know the neighbor. And then, she said it: "This is what you should expect in that area..."
I bought a shovel and I cleaned it up. A neighbor walked by and said, "If I were you, I'd through it right back where it came from!" I replied, "You have no idea how tempting that sounds to me."
I didn't. I put it back in the garbage cans and wheeled them back to the house where they belong. The funny thing is, this "owner" doesn't live here. The problem is not in this neighborhood. This investor is simply a bully and a slumlord.
I have never been one that could easily be bullied. I plan to file that grievance.
Here is my mansion all clean and happy (for now and note the plywood front door is gone!):