The last couple days as it's become obvious we're moving, what with moving vans in the drive and all, we've had some neighbors stop by. Not a bunch. But they've stopped and said we were great neighbors and they'd miss us. We've heard variations on this before; when we were out at Halloween or the Fourth of July or other obvious neighborhood days, people would tell us we were great neighbors.
Now the husbeast and I always wondered what kind of assholes lived here before. Because we're not much in the neighbor department. I wave at people, or smile, or say hi when I see them out. I knit on the porch. The Goob plays in the yard. The husbeast mows the lawn too early on weekends and runs loud power tools at all hours.
Tonight the husbeast found out why we were great neighbors.
The couple who owned the house before us, well, they were fond of domestic disturbances. REALLY fond. Like, if you were a county sheriff for more than a week, you knew where this house was. The neighbors complained, the cops came, nothing happened. Repeat. Then, one night a bullet was fired from this house and went through the front door of a neighbor's house. And the Sheriff was told that if THEY didn't get rid of the people living here, the neighbors would. And away they went.
Right then. We've been great neighbors. Glad everyone was so happy with us.