We have some interesting neighbors.
Which is my polite way of saying they are nuts. No, No, I really mean it. We are talking drug deals, alcoholism, and domestic abuse. The thing is I don’t live in a bad place. You do not drive into my neighborhood and onto my street and think “lock the doors”. And although there are a few bad eggs, for the most part the street is quiet and the people are relatively nice.
But here’s the thing.
My husband is probably one of the most friendly and talkative people you will meet. If you get in a conversation with him, you better be prepared for a 20 minute driveway talk. It’s not a bad thing, it’s a really good thing, but over the years it has caused crazy neighbors to think we are their personal friends.
And we are not.
Currently they are living in their home without water or electricity. They let it go off and moved into a hotel to the tune of $287 a week because they didn’t want to “live with their grand kids” and thought that if they left, the kids would leave. It’s THEIR home. But instead of just kicking them out or even calling the police, they leave and expect the “kids” to leave. (Kids = 25 year old adult males with no jobs or life)
The reality is that the kids just holed up there till all the utilities got turned off.
Now the neighbors came back.
And they have no water.
So who do they ask?
“Can we get a bucket of water from your hose?”
And he said of course, cause its the right thing to do. Except all weekend while we were on a nice birthday vacation, they were getting more and more buckets of water. There is one thing to ask for help one day and another to use someones utilities cause you refuse to turn on your own. So instead of getting in a confrontation with them, I taped up the hoses.
Yes, you can remove the tape if you really wanted to, but I figured they will find easier targets and get my very specific point to stop taking water.
In other neighbor news, the end of the street neighbors with the dog that was running wild, has found it a new home (presumably).
But not before it killed my hibiscus. Chris tried to replant it, but we think it just really damaged the roots.
Now the one on our left side of the house is tall and beautiful and the one on the right is dead.
We cannot sell this house and move quick enough.