Go to mycrazyneighbor.com for a good laugh. I thought I was tough to live with! I am actually quite jealous that this blogger has a neighbor that puts on some great shows for her to photograph and write about. Once upon a time I was that neighbor, and in the past I have had those neighbors, but out here in the suburbs life is, well, with out much excitement.
I actually have to read the news paper to find exciting neighbor-type stories. People in this burb just do not display their private lives on the street. BORING! Here is the juice from my burb..... The woman who will be the PTA president for my kids elementary school next year was in a car accident. She tried to leave the scene of the crime, but her vehicle was so messed up, it only went a little bit before giving out. When the police arrived she refused to blow the breathalyzer, apparently a big mistake. I hear you get the maximum if you won’t blow, and you should blow no matter what kind of bad shape you are in.
What no one, meaning police or newspaper, is saying is whether or not the car she hit was parked or moving, or any of the details of the accident. I assume no one else was hurt or we would have heard about that.
Well, living in fear of making any type of mistake, I for one would never ever drive drunk, but I have to admit that if I accidentally hit another car and there were no witnesses I would take off for sure. My vehicle has been hit so many times, and never did any one confess or heaven forbid offer to pay for the damage they caused. I even got into a fender bender in a notoriously poorly planned parking lot right here in my town and it was the other woman's fault, (she tried to zip by me as I was backing up out of a spot) but somehow I had to pay her $800 dollars to repair her 12 year old car! The world owes me a few.
I saw the accidental driver at our towns little fair for kids today, and wanted to say something supportive, but all I could think was “I’d leave the crime scene too.” and I didn’t think she would know that that particular statement was meant to be supportive. Personally, I wouldn’t shame her out of town, or even care as long as I realized that this was a one time thing and that my children could play in front of our house without having to watch in fear of her vehicle coming down the street.
Of course if you ever, as I have done, walk down the street on the morning that the recycling is put out for collection you would see that there is an interesting mix of wine bottles and milk jugs in most homes recycling bins. They recyclers come every other week and many of my neighbors are able to fill an entire trash can with wine bottles, and they just aren’t having that many parties! (Cause I’d see the cars lines up on the block while I was doing my nightly spy, that’s how I know.)
Don’t get me started about the high concentration of Sr. citizen drivers either, I won’t even go there except to say there is a certain grocery store popular with the seniors that I try to avoid going near for fear of collision with behemoth older sedan type vehicles.
Then there are they teens, with nicer vehicles than I ever had. Around here teens are likely to drive BMWs, Jeeps, and even Daddy’s mid life crisis convertible sports cars. The teens tend to go too fast, vibrate down the street, and not do those silly things like stop for stop signs. Those silly stop signs, what are they for any ways?
So, you pretty much take your life in your hands every time you get behind the wheel of your gas guzzling behemoth SUV out here, but life is a gamble, and hey, aren’t we all players whether we admit it or not?