Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Off to a smashing start.
"Hi folks, I'm Dave. I live across the street."
"Nice to meet you, Dave."
"When I saw you move in last weekend with all those people helping you, I
thought to myself, 'Wow. Those guys have quite a church group!"
Even better when our kids get in on the act.
"Hi, I'm Sue. I live a few doors down. Where you from?"
"Tampa."
"Oh! I thought maybe Colorado because you have Colorado tags."
"Yeah, I've been here a year. My wife and boys just joined me. Oh, here's
one of my boys. This is Oldest."
"Hi Oldest."
"Hi. Yeah. My dad really missed us while we were away. He cried on the
phone."
(awkward pause)
"Every day he cried."
(even longer awkward pause)
"Okay. Welcome to the neighborhood!"
Wait'll we put up our mezuzah. They're gonna *love* us.
posted by kate @ 11:02 AM
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2 Comments:
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...this stuff keeps getting better and better :D
Someone in my new neighborhood filed a complaint with the city about the length of my grass before I had even officially moved in. No welcome basket, not even a friendly drop by to say hi and welcome to the neighborhood. A court case.
I'm so totally selling this place on in five years to a gay interracial couple, one of whom just got out of jail for sex offenses and one of whom just got out of court ordered rehab for meth addiction and sales, who run a rescue for big dogs with uncontrollable diarrhea, but only after I first pave over the entire yard and plant a mushroom garden where the pool currently is.
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