|
- New Neighbor -
|
Sunday, April 30, 2006
|
The house next to mine in the subdivision I live in just became vacant. It's a small ranch style house, very white and clean looking. They've been planting flowers and stuff, preparing to sell it. The homeowner's husband died so she moved elsewhere to be with family and sold the house at a very cheap price (I think she was trying to get rid of it fast) to an investor. The investor is a bit of an asshole. He jacked up the price and ended up selling (I think he sold it) on a lease option. So now I have new neighbors. I haven't really seen much of them since they just moved in this weekend, except for yesterday. They have a chubby little boy, who's actually kinda cute, quiet and reserved. He came over yesterday asking if he could go swimming in our pool. I told him he had to ask his parents. So he came back and said yes. Apparently he goes to the same school as my oldest boy, so they knew each other from passing, but this boy is 8. Tyler will be 7 in November. Anyway, the boy goes swimming and next thing I know his grandfather is walking over. He tells me his name and I introduce myself. In the meantime, the kid is saying "hey, doesn't my grandpa look like Willie Nelson". Grandpa blows it off and says, oh, well my nickname is Willie, so I guess you can call me that. Ok, fine, Willie. I tell Willie that I don't mine his grandson swimming in my pool but he's only allowed in it when my boys are outside or when we're home. He looks at me like I just landed here from Mars. I clarify, telling him that I just don't want any accidents. He then proceeds to yell at the boy, everything I just said. The kid kinda blows him off and continues to swim. Well, the kids get out of the pool and decide they want to go jump on our trampoline. They decide they're going to air dry, which is fine. Grandpa walks his happy ass back over and starts bitching because he brought a towel over and the kid is air drying. I laughed, said it was fine he could leave it because I'm sure they would be back in the pool. He then starts going OFF in German. A good 45 seconds passed as he's on his German rant while my boys just sit there looking at him (like HE just landed from Mars!). His grandson keeps jumping, again blowing him off. I'm thinking to myself, great...I've got some wackadoo living (or at least babysitting) next door to me. I can hardly wait for this experience. Now the kids are still jumping, yelling cannonball. The old man says "fat cannonball, that's right. You're belly's hanging out over your shorts". Now I start getting pissed. I'm fixin to tell this guy to go pound sand because I'm about sick of his big mouth, besides how degrading he was to his 8 year old grandson. Thank God he left, so I didn't have to deal with him anymore. Uggh, I'm seeing this becoming a big problem. Which, leads me to my next point. Working in law enforcement, I have the ability to check backgrounds on those I find suspicious. Guess what I'll be doing Monday morning? I'm going to find out exactly who these people are, why they moved next door to me and who this Willie character is. Look for a full, detailed report next week! ha ha
| |
|
|
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home