Post by rockjunquie on Jan 7, 2020 16:48:51 GMT -5
Who doesn't like a good story, right?
I have lived next door to my neighbors for at least 15 years. We're not friends. I don't know their names. But, I am a good neighbor. We never take their parking, though I have many people in and out all the time. We're never loud at an indecent hour. We help them out in small neighborly ways. Like bring in their trashcan or whatever. We smile and nod. We don't complain. And, that's pretty much how they are. Nice enough people. Quiet, considerate, non-intrusive. They are the reason I don't have a big saw. I believe he works nights. I'm pretty sure they are illegals or undocumented, however you want to say it.
My ex, who has been a dead beat dad for a million years, has recently gotten in touch with his 35 year old daughter and struck up a relationship with her and my grandson. He has promised the moon over the years and never delivered anything, so when he said he sent her a card with $100 bill in it on Fri. she wasn't holding her breath. Come to find out, he did send it. To the wrong address. My neighbors address.
My granddaughter put a note on the neighbor's mailbox (they weren't home) asking for them to put it in our mailbox if they got it. They would not have known whose it was because the ex didn't put their last names on it and they don't even live here.
I heard a knock on the door. It's raining it's tail off outside. It was the neighbor holding the damp, opened card. He was very apologetic and said he was expecting a card from his brother, so without paying much attention, he ripped into it. You could tell he felt really bad. There was no way that I needed to look in the card. I knew the money was in there. And, it was. I was genuinely appreciative and let him know that the opened card was no big deal.
That's it. That's my good story.