Dan and I tend to stay up late weekends. Saturday evening/Sunday morning, I was sitting at the computer when Nikki started barking at something. After the Corona incident, I decided against sticking my head in line of sight of the window. I was getting ready to close up for the night, when the phone rings.
It’s 2 a.m. I go out in the living room to answer it, thinking maybe Dan was on the toliet or something. Nope, he was sitting on the couch. He says to me, “Who would be calling at 2 a.m?” I said, “Won’t know until we answer the phone.” I am sitting there hoping it isn’t my mom, and that something hasn’t happened in California that we need to fly out there. It turns out, it’s our neighbor.
“Hey, Lynda! Have you seen what is going on outside your house?”
“Oh, hi, *Jim. No, Nikki was barking, but after our window incident last year, I didn’t really look.”
“Oh, well, you might want to look out the window. They are doing something to the cars out there, and you guys are totally blocked in. By the way, I hope you are coming to the homeowner’s association meeting.”
“Well, we never got a message that their was one coming up….”
“You never got your notice! I got one in December, and one in January, and I refused to pay because we have until April!”
“I haven’t seen a notice for it. Dan opens the mail and he never said anything about it.”
In the meantime, I am looking out the window, and there are about 7 guys working on a car out there. Jim starts telling me that we need to go to the meeting, blah, blah, and he always tells the neighbors that they need to stop blocking our driveway. I am thinking to myself, “Where the hell would we go at 2 in the morning?” I mean, he has a point, but I don’t really care at two a.m.
So, Jim and I end up talking for 30 minutes, and after I get off the phone with him, I call the police non-emergency number to report suspicious activity. Then I went to bed.
Everything looked ok in the morning, and our car still had it’s tires, so I figured it all got resolved.
*Jim is our nosy neighbor. Jim is also not his real name.
I still think you should move. Although this does provide you with perfect blog fodder.
It’s events like that which make me want to move back to the country and out of town entirely. I am definitely not a person who does well with people in close proximity.
Um… well… I guess it’s good to know somebody’s got your back… a little too much.
Things are getting odd all over… We have people walking around in our neighborhood that clearly don’t live here…
Is his real name Joe?
VP - Easier said than done!
Sornie - I think I would like the country until I had a mouse problem.
Shades - He’s a good neighbor.
Buffalodickdy - Yikes!
JQ - I am not a sneaky person! haha.
Who the hell calls their neighbor at 2 in the morning for any reason?! Call the police if you see something suspicious and they can decide if it worth waking your neighbor for or not. Or they can shoot you for being a dumb ass. Not you, your neighbor.
[...] but the line begins at our next door neighbor’s driveway. It stops at the red car. I bet Jim has a shit fit. I am still waiting for the 2 a.m. phone [...]