Pychotic resident #8 comes in *again* today. (BTW-He looks like Eldin from Murphy Brown, but on crack). His neighbor is cutting down trees, and he wants to know why. Building Inspector, Engineer, and Planning Intern are all helping answer his questions, but he doesn't like the answer that he gets,, which is basically "He's allowed to cut his trees down if he wants to."
PR#8 insists the neighbor is up to somethings and staff is conspiring. Staffers tell him that maybe the neighbor is doing something, and he's clearing in anticipation of surveying (a precursor to applying for any permit we'd ever see). They suggest he talk to the neighbor. PR#8 gets pissy. "I aint talkin to him. I'm talkin to YOU". Demands to see me.
I tell him the same thing, so now I get his attitude "I was warned you wouldn't help me". Then he demands to know the minute his neighbor gets a permit for something. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. You'll get notices required by law, but I'm not in the habit of tracking 23,000 peoples personal preferences.
*thanks for putting up with me*
*all better now*