Am I Ready For This?

After 6 years of living in the same apartment, we have met very few of our neighbors. Right now we actually know and speak to two of them. Our next door neighbor and the family that lives above him.

We know of the rest of our neighbors. We know who lives where. We know who smokes pot all day. We know who is dating who. We know who works where and what they drive.

But we never speak, unless it's a quick "hi" and then a hurry to our apt or car.

It's not that I like it like that. It's just how it is. People mind their own business, and do their own thing.

Yesterday, Justin and I were out at the new house, seeding and strawing the yard. It was hot. We were sweaty and well, nasty.

We had been working for about an hour when a van drove past. When it got to where we were working, it slowed to almost a stop and a balding man rolled down his window, stuck his head out, and yelled,

"YOU MISSED A SPOT!!!" Then he had the nerve to laugh and drive off.

Yes. He. Did.

Is this something we will have to deal with, living in the suburbs? Now, I'm all for getting to know my neighbors. In all actuality, that's one of the reasons we wanted out of the apartment- the community of a neighborhood.

We've gotten in the habit of making up nicknames for our neighbors that we don't know. Olive Garden guy, Smiles, Blue Truck man, Grizz, etc.

That man is now known as the Not Funny Man That Thinks He Really Is.

There's one in every neighborhood, isn't it?