Ah the Saga of the Nasty Neighbors continues. Does anyone else out there have neighbors like these? I certainly hope not!
Now on the other side of the Nasties is another house. People in that house were renting and they moved out in the middle of the night. They did, however, leave their trash piled up beside the house in a nice pile. On top of this pile is a nice girl’s bike. A little used, needs a new tire, etc. I have a niece who is just the right size for the bike and when she visits me, it’d be nice to have a bike she could ride while here. So, I call the gentleman who owns the house and explain the situation and tell him that I’d like to have that bike. He says he doesn’t care. I can take whatever I want. I say great but tell him that if the people should by any chance call him and ask the whereabouts of the bike to let them know that I have it and would gladly return it to them. Not a problem.
Here’s where the “fun” part begins. I walk passed the Nasties’ house using the public sidewalk that goes in front of their house. I get the bicycle and start rolling it back to my house, via the same public sidewalk. Mrs. Nasty comes flying out her front door screaming to high heaven that I’m stealing the bike and that I have no right to steal that bike and on and on she goes (standing on the safety of her own porch). I thought she was going to have a heart attack or at the very least a stroke!
I tried to explain in as calm a voice as I could muster that I had permission to take the bike. Well, she was having none of that and continued yelling and screaming at me.
I simply pushed the bike on to my house and placed it inside my garage.
Cops arrive. Bless their hearts, they’re getting tired of this by now. Come inside my house, have a cup of coffee with me. I explain the bike episode. They leave – have a nice day! I still have the bike.
The Nasties have way too much time on their hands don’t you think?