I believe Rogers Park has to be the broken buzzer neighborhood of the Chicago. Since starting my food delivery service that seems to be on half the tickets that order food. Either the buzzer doesn't work, names aren't listed or the buzzer is missing altogether.
The only reason I can come up with is poor property management. Which seems to be a big problem. Courtyard buildings and other multi-unit complexes seem to be the biggest culprit.
To add to the problem Rogers Park has a lot of buildings that aren't numbered and that are poorly lighted.
Forget the food delivery drivers for a second - you gotta wonder what the first responders feel like. Say you call 911 because of a fire or you need police services. They have to deal with these issues, too.
BLOGNOTES: To all you property owners and maintenance people. Get out there and check your properties once in a blue moon. See if all the exterior lights and door buzzers work properly. Spend some of that money you make on rent.
Fix your broken buzzers. And, while your at it, shovel your sidewalks when it snows also.
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Getting buzzers fixed is a hassle. Often the wiring is ancient and troubleshooting the problem gets expensive real quick. Replacing the entire system is also expensive. These systems are at least partially outside and have to operate even after being subjected to 100+ degree temperature swings and wet conditions.
That being said, there is no excuse for not having working buzzers. Property owners need to either fix or replace broken systems.
It's actually goddamned illegal to have broken buzzers that aren't working. If a goddamned police officer or firefighter can't respond because of a buzzer, the landlord is liable. You should 311 every instance of a broken buzzer ya's find. It's against goddamned city ordinance. Serious.
Failure to report a broken buzzer to the police can result in conspiracy charges or worse. Officer Ponytail will sniff this out in a flash. Fucking report addresses, names and other information or you might end up in the slammer.
I used to work for the U.S. Post Office. Often times I would search for names on the mailbox that weren't posted. A senior carrier said, "That’s easy, no name, no mail. Take it back to the station." It made my life much easier. You'd be surprised how fast people got their names posted after that (especially the people who were expecting checks).
Hot postal workers are a turn on. Press my buzzer and I'll show you how to stuff a box
Municipal Ordinance also requires property address to be posted and visible at/on the rear of all property. If the city would enforce, ticket and levy fines on violators of all the above listed items, it would be a significant amount of $$$$.
When did Craig's "Germania Fluffer" start giving legal advice? Stick to fluffing and lay off the legal advice. Do what you do best buddy.
Shit if every block were still around we could have made a post maybe earned a badge for doing it, and alerted neighbors to be on the lookout for broken buzzers in our midst.
Goddammit PB you moron stop flaming EveryBlock motherfucker. Its not polite to talk about the dead. Get with the program and start finding bricks and piles of dirt to wail about. Jesus Christ. Step in line.
Most Everyblockheads are on suicide watch by now. Don't worry about them god damn motherfuckers. They're like Hugh and about godfuckingdamn dead already.
Hey bigshot editor, publisher, news reporter. When will you stop bitching about little "god damn notherfuckers" and start blogging and doing news. Get off your lazy ass and do news or shut the fuck up. Go do a bubble bath with one of your skanks if you don't have the cojones to do news and man up to the job. Stop bitching like a skank. Do news.
The Broken Buzzers of Rogers Park.
I lived in a building where the buzzer wasn't working for weeks. Everytime I ordered pizza, I had to go all the way downstairs to the lobby to get it. After awhile, I didn't mind the exercise. But it became a real problem when I had problem getting mail and packages, and friends and relatives couldn't reach me. When everybody in the building started screaming at the landlord, it finally got fixed.
It's part of the charm of living in the slums Hillari-babes. Welcome to the Hellhole. At least we have good bicycle pizza delivery and the guys who shit bricks do it in stacked piles on the street.
You people need to learn how to use the "ghetto-buzzer". You go to the side or back of the building and holla out the name of the resident at the windows of the person you are trying to visit. They will then let you in the back door. You can, instead of using their name, yell and scream other assorted noises, e.g. whistles, quacks, bellows, horns, grunts, etc.
Remember, you still live in the Hellhole.
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