Neighbor problems.
Yesterday, when I came home from work, I went to take KC out like I always do, and the neighbor who the back of my yard is adjacent to was out mowing his lawn. I’ve never met this neighbor. So I was smiling like an idiot waiting for KC to go potty. He was mowing at the edge of his lawn, and all of a sudden stopped and turned off his lawn mower.
I was honestly expecting a “Hi. Nice to meet you.” Instead I got a big whiney shpeel about how in his whole 18 years of living in the neighborhood, he’d never seen anything like this…and looked down at my yard. He said…people around here have pride in ownership. WTF. I was in complete shock. I just stood there completely not knowing what to say. I don’t really remember what he said after that…the rage and confusion were completely blinding (or I guess deafening) me. But he just started his lawn mower back up and went back to his thing. I didn’t say one word during the whole incident.
First of all, I don’t really do yard work. That is mostly Mike’s responsibility. And we really aren’t the kinda people that think a lawn should be mowed every 4 days. It’s just a waste. Some people might not think it looks great…but I don’t really care. It’s just going to grow more and more. So let’s waste some effort and gas…and deplete the ozone or whatever…to make my lawn look all pristine so the neighbors will be jealous. I really couldn’t fucking care less about proper lawn care maintenance.
Another thing. This asshole’s house has been for sale forever. It’s not my fault you can’t fucking sell your house! You are probably asking way too much for it!
I wish I was a stronger person. I really had nothing to say back to this guy. Had he been talking to Mike he might very well have been punched. But no…Mike was at work. So instead all I have is my blog to get my rage out.
