Last summer, say early August, I happened to be in my apt. complex's swimming pool with my daughter. As usual, she had brought her collection of pool toys (dive stick, swim goggles, a couple of balls).
We had been there about two hours when two late-teen-early-twenty something girls show up with a little girl of about 4-5 and an early twenties male.
They did not have a key to get into the pool so I had my daughter hop out and let them in. They didn't thank my daughter for letting them in, they just walked on in. Oh, well.
A few minutes later I realized just about every word out of their mouths was filth. "Yeah that motherbleep is a real motherbleep. Sheeit! You don't know sheeit. He da bomb!
Blah blah blah. On and on.
There were lots of little kids around.
I was getting pretty angry. My daughter could tell, too. She said "Dad, I want to go home." Since we had been there for quite awhile already, I decided to call it a day rather than make a scene. Told my daughter to gather up her toys. Lo and behold, we could only find one ball. All her other stuff was missing. I walked around the pool several times, no toys.
Suspicion began to creep up on me. The trashmouths had probably taken her toys. I knew if I confronted them right then and there they would deny it. I started getting more angry.
We left the pool, my daughter was crying about her toys. I told her we would go run down to the store and get replacements. The main reason I told her that was so I could drive by the pool and see if any of her toys had magically reappeared.
So we drive by and sure enough, one of the trashmouth girls was wearing her swim goggles. I blew a gasket.
I pulled over and stormed into the pool area.
Me: "Take those off and hand them over. They do not belong to you."
Trashmouth girl1: "What!? We just found them."
Me: "Sure you did. Hand them over."
At this point I noticed Trashmouth girl2 attempting to cover up something with her towel. My daughter's other ball fell out from under the towel. Gasket #2 blew.
Me: "Hey how about that, my daughter's toys are just popping up all over the place. Any idea how that happened?"
Trashmouth girl2: "...."
Me: "Don't have much to say now, do you? Where's all the salty language I heard earlier?"
Trashmouth girl2: "...."
At this point, the young man who was with them started to get up and walk towards me. I said "You got anything to say?"
"Nope."
"Then SIT down."
He sat down.
Lecture time.
Me: "I can tolerate foul language. I get really upset when folks use it around little kids, though. Is that your little sister? You talk like that around your little sister? What the **** are you guys thinking? Does it make you proud to steal a 7 year old girl's pool toys?"
Trashmouth girl2: "......"
Trashmouth boy: "......."
Trashmouth girl1: "We just found them."
Me: "OH BULLSHIT! I am not stupid"
I left then. I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Turns out, the trashmouths live right across the courtyard from me. They drive beat up old crappy cars, and they always have parking tickets and stickers on them from parking illegally. (Usually in the fire lane) My neighbor whose bedroom window looks out into the courtyard says that people are coming and going from there all hours of the night.
My other neighbor says they watched him bring in a new tv. The next day, there was evidence that someone tried to jimmy his front door.
One other neighbor says that one of them told him he was a Crip. (Presumably trashmouthboy)
So what is this all leading up to?
Friday when I returned home from work, two guys ('do rags, wraparound shades, typical tough guy look) and trashmouthgirl1 were standing out on the sidewalk on my side of the street. I got out and went around to the passenger side to get out my groceries.
As I was lifting the groceries out, I heard one of the tough guys say, discreetly, "Dat da dude?" Trashmouthgirl1 said "Dat's him."
I had to walk right past them. Trashmouthgirl1 said to them "Whatcha gonna do?"
I looked them all right dead in the eye, then turned my glance away as I passed. (I did have a .380 in my jacket pocket)
Haven't seen them again this weekend.
Now that all that is said I would request some advice/info.
1. Are these just punk foulup stupid kids (my belief), or something else?
2. ALL the neighbors mentioned above have complained about them yet management has done nothing.
3. One of their beat up crappy cars almost exactly matches a description on the news of a car that was involved in a drive by shooting. I called the Sheriff's office and reported the license number. Haven't heard anything back. (This was a couple months ago)
4. I have a hard time believing that one of them is a Crip. The gangs down in the city proper are overwhelmingly Hispanic; from what I understand of gang culture Crips would not be welcome anywhere near the city.
5. Why now? If they are still sore at me for the tongue lashing I gave them, why have they waited this long to start something?
Any advice, observations, comments? The apartments I live in are actually rather nice, and in a nice area.
Thanks for reading, I know it was pretty long.