Friday, May 11, 2007
Trash Day
Yesterday evening we were relaxing in front of the TV when someone starts ringing the doorbell, banging on the door and calling us from outside. We’re all, “What the hell?” because we have no idea who it is and why they would need us to answer the door so urgently. Was someone bleeding? On fire? Being chased by thugs? No, it was our cranky neighbor. She wanted me to move my car so she could put her trash cans out onto the curb next to her driveway.
WTF? There was plenty of space behind it for that, but no, she had to have it right next to her driveway. She could have even put the receptacles in front of her driveway. It’s not like she parked in her driveway anyway. I was about to go move my car to appease the beast when my sweety says, “No, let me do it.”
She takes the keys and moves the car back far enough to allow for her stupid trash cans. As she’s heading back to the house, the cranky neighbor lady still wasn’t appeased.
Cranky: You should move the car somewhere else.
Sweety: You have enough room.
Cranky: The lady next door needs to put her trash out too.
Sweety: It’s fine where it is. You don’t own the street!
This is why she went instead of me. She knew I would have been meek, not said a thing, and moved the car again because I’m very non-confrontational. I’m glad she said something. Seriously, unless there’s a sign or a painted curb telling us we can’t park there, we can park wherever we damn well please. Your property ends at the sidewalk, lady. I’ve seen streets that were clogged completely full of parked cars on trash day. People just put their trash cans farther out into the street so the trucks can get to them. No big deal.
At the last house we lived at, the neighbors across the street were like that. They asked people to move their cars away from the front of their house. It was annoying, but at least they had good reason. There were constantly short-buses pulling up to drop off the handicapped people that they looked after for a living. But this lady, she was just being a crotchety old bitch. I’ve never seen her smile and she never looks in our direction or says hi. Nothing. She stalks to and from her car every day without so much as a glance. The only time she talks to us is to complain about something. I don’t want to be buddy-buddy with my neighbors or anything, but there’s no need to radiate bitterness to everyone around you. Chill out lady. Have some sex. And find a good doctor to pull that log out of your ass.
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