Love thy neighbour
There are several things about modern day life than have the ability to annoy me, if I let them. Old people – and I suppose I’m definitely getting there – regret that we have lost our sense of community.
Sadly, this is true. Even in my wonderful neighbourhood. There was a perfect example today.
A certain discarded item found its way onto the parking lot of our building. It had been spray-painted (this is the weird thing) with the number of our building. We knew where it had come from – it’s been stashed at the side of the somewhat scruffy rental unit next door for quite some time.
So, baffled how it came to be on our property, and even more baffled by how it happened to have our building number on it, a resident put it back where it had come from.
Mysteriously, it returned. It was taken back. What bizarre behaviour.
Then it returned again, smashing against our garbage containers and overturning them. Was it gremlins? Fairies? Hobgoblin or foul fiend? No, it was an attractive young woman who had decided that she no longer wanted the item alongside her rental and dumped it on our property. An argument ensued. I’ve never had an argument with a neighbour before – it was interesting to say the least – especially her language.
Eventually when her sane and sensible other half appeared, the two of us decided to remove said item onto some waste ground where it would become a SEP. This is Douglas Adams – speak for Somebody Else’s Problem.
But it’s such a shame that neighbours can’t live together without a torrent of f-words. It’s so sad that when someone wants to get rid of an unwanted item they shove it onto the property next door without even thinking to ascertain where it had come from in the first place. It’s so weird that people would rather have a battle with neighbour than be reasonable and pleasant.
Yep. I’m just old-fashioned, I guess.
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