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Friday, February 20, 2009
A Shocking Encounter At The Mailbox
On the way home from spending the last “dimes” we had (using gift cards and quarters at Target, and a ten dollar bill that one of Leigh-Ann’s friends from Canada had left over from a trip to the US, to get a $5.55 pizza from Little Caesar’s), we stopped off at the mailbox (we used to go on the way out, but without a window on the car, we can’t leave anything inside the car, so we pick up the mail on the way home) and as we were getting ready to drive away from the mailbox, a woman from the house across the street comes running at our car, running in front of the car. We thought she just wanted to get to the mailbox, but we couldn’t figure out why she would run in front of the car, instead of behind it. That puzzling question answered in the next paragraph.
When we “lost” (that’s a nice euphemism for it) our white Equinox, we ended up buying a used red Aztek. Except for our car having pinstripes on the side, it looks just like the red Aztek owned by the people who live next to the mailbox. So, the woman was actually running across the street to try to stop the car to talk to “us”, only it wasn’t us she wanted to talk to, it was the owners of the other Aztek. Okay, this is kind of shocking and pretty sickening. The reason she wanted to talk to the owners of the Aztek was because their 12 year old daughter and a friend (or friends?) went on the roof of their house, pulled down their pants, and told the sister of the woman talking to us, to “kiss her white ass”. Omigawd. I guess I probably don’t have to tell you that the family across the street from the mailbox is the only black family in our neighborhood. Seriously, what kind of parents raise kids who will climb on their roof just to be racist jerks? Stunning! Creepy. Apparently they also have a son who fills the house with his friends every day. Gee, why is it no surprise that we find rocks and broken bottles in the street next to the mailbox all the time? Ugh.
We also discovered (it was a very enlightening conversation) that the house that we originally wanted to buy, but changed our minds because we found out that the grocery store was going to be built behind it, constantly has their pool furniture stolen from the yard. Their back yard wall is fairly low (we have a street behind our wall and the drop is about 20 feet, thankfully), so it’s easily climbable by kids who wander around the parking lot behind the houses on the street where we almost lived. The association won’t let them build their walls any higher either, which is amazingly ridiculous. All that’s back there is a parking lot, so it’s not like the walls have to look pretty. I’ll bet if someone on the association board lived on that street, they’d immediately be able to put up higher walls. In fact, I’ll bet they’d even make all of us pay for it. Ugh, associations. We had frost kill one of our plants and we got a notice to immediately replace it. Uh, HELLO!, it’s the middle of winter and it’s likely to freeze again - you don’t replace dead plants in December or January!
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Wow, that must have been really shocking!
Nancy on 02/23 at 10:09 PM
