I guess it was about a week after moving in to my new house that I met both of my neighbors. On one side of me lives an old woman, in her 80s, I think. Last week when she brought her garbage can out to the curb, she left the front of the can facing her house instead of the street. I saw when the garbage truck came, and the guy had to get out of the truck, turn the can around, get back in, then hit the button (or whatever he does) that starts the hydraulic arm. This week, she left her garbage can facing the wrong way again, but this time, the garbage man just drove right by. I wonder when she’s gonna catch on.
That was exciting, eh? Ok, not really. Anyway, my neighbor to the south looks just like Mandy Patinkin in The Princess Bride. I mean, give him long hair and a sword, and he’s the spittin’ image of Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. He seems like a really cool guy, though. I bullshitted with him for a couple minutes, and I’m sure he’ll be a cool neighbor…