Neighborhood Adventures
Tomorrow is MY BIRTHDAY! Not actually the day of my birth, but, the day that my brand new bouncing baby computer will be delivered. I don’t know if you can tell, but this is my “excited about my new computer being delivered” font.
It’s way too long after the fact to truly tell the story with any sort of freshness, but I’ll try:
Last week, I walked over to the kitchen sink, put a dish in and turned around and walked five steps. There was an amazing crashing sound of objects falling to the ground and shattering and breaking glass. I turned around. Andy turned around. We were both a little stunned, and then confused. The most obvious thought that we both had was, something that I had just done, caused this. Then the confusion set in with what looked like a small door or cover to an air conditioner or water heater in the middle of broken window glass on the kitchen floor. It didn’t make sense because the window that the metal came through was was blocked by an eight foot wall.
Finally after many theories, we went next door to see if it was the most obvious culprits of all, the neighbor kids. A guy with red watery eyes, corn rows that looked in serious need of maintenance, baggy basketball shorts and a wife beater (slightly stained) opened the door. I thought there might be an argument. I thought this especially since our room mate Will had a few beers and he himself had no shirt on and seemed like he might enjoy starting a fight.
Amazingly enough, the guy was really nice. He came over to see the damage. We told him that the object came over the wall between our houses, and we thought it might have been his kids. He said (I don’t know if this translates in text but it was really funny) “Oh they did it. I knoooowwwwww they did it. I thought they were walking kind of fast when they came in the house”. He asked to have the piece of metal and then offered to pay for the window.
Fifteen minutes later a very red eyed, sniffley, sorry eleven year old came over to apologize. It was so heartbreaking and cute all at the same time. We all related to the poor kid. I don’t think it was malicious. I think they were just screwing around and things went to far.
I don’t know if Nicole and Will, the couple we’re renting from are going to actually fix the damage, but, back here sequestered in our bedroom cave, it doesn’t affect us too much. Although I can’t imagine that the sheets of paper from the DMV that are taped over the hole are doing much for the air conditioning bill.
Tags: San Joaquin, Vegas