If you get the title reference to this post you may know where I am going with this.
We love our tiny tudor townhouse, but folks- we have moved right into One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Maybe it's the close proximity to our neighbors, but we have some interesting characters living near us, so many in fact that I think I may write a book. (well, more likely I will just blog about it)
I'm going to start with the woman who lives directly beside us. I will call her Garbage Can Girl (GCG for short) I first met GCG while we were remodeling this past summer. I was in the house and painting- brush in one hand and a lollipop in the other. Don't ask me why, but I suck on lolipops when I paint. I was mid brush dip, when I heard a rather terse "Hello??". Walking into the garage I saw a woman wildly gesteruring to two trash cans and she began acusing me of stealing them.
Yep, totally busted. I lift trash bins. It's what I do. Breaking bad.
I tried to explain to her that when we moved in they were in front of our garage, and maybe one of the contractors pulled them in and used them, but before I could get through my explanation she began TIPPING the cans over into the garage and DUMPING the trash onto the garage floor.
I wish I was kidding.
I just stood there, lollipop in hand, bewildered and waiting for the camara crew of Pranked to pop out.
That was our first interaction with GCG. The second is ongoing and involves her little dog that she leaves in the atrium area next to our atrium area for extended periods of time. Do you know what little dogs do when they are left alone and bored?
Travis is sleeping days, since he is working nights- so I tried ringing her bell so I could ask her to please take the dog in. She peeked out, but wouldn't open the door. I did this three times. Finally, I wrote her a polite, but sternly worded note asking her to find someplace else to stash the dog. All's quiet at the moment.
Next up: Bumper cars in the cul-de-sac...