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.
Eeeeesh.
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WOW!!! ON that scale, we're pretty awesome too! (You'd have to see our yard to know why this is hilarious!)
That is pretty amazing. Also that no one thought to tell you prior to you obviously moving out. We are direct contact neighbours to 5 different houses (share fences) and are definitely on speaking terms with 4 of the 5, hadn't thought about how that translates into neighbourliness before now.
In comparison you are amazingly good neighbors. Friendly is always appreciated
wow you could really only go up from there.
Gad. Well, that's an easy act to follow.
I hope all your neighbors in the future are equally delighted with you.
I thought the early lawn mowing thing would do you in as a good neighbor but I guess when you stack that up against a bullet through the house....you win.
My neighbors are all older and it's quiet. Everyone is friendly but there isn't a lot of visiting back and forth like I remember as a kid. I think it's partly because everyone around here works during the day.
Best of luck with the new neighborhood. May all your neighbors be a good as you are!
Well crap - think of all the crazy fun you could have gotten up to had you only known how much lee-way you had!
Why don't people tell you that kind of stuff when you're looking at the place, instead of when you're leaving?
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