I’ve lived in the same neighborhood/subdivision (quick question – Aren’t neighborhoods extinct?) for almost 8 years and I can honestly say I only know 8 people. My son’s girlfriend, the cookie mom from my daughter’s Girl Scout and Brownie Troop, my cousin and her husband, my next door neighbor; whom I met on the day of my final walk-through that had I met previously I would have never bought the house, her husband and his two drinking buddies. Needless to say, I keep to myself.
I wave as I’m entering my driveway or leaving the cul-de-sac. I say “Hello”, if we happen to meet on our way to the mailbox. I engage conversation only when the situation compels me to. I know it sounds like I’m a 21st century hermit, but I’m not. However, I’m not in the market for new friends. I recently right-sized and I’m pretty comfortable where I’m at.
So you can probably imagine how surprised I was to be greeted at my front door, on Mother’s Day nonetheless; by an unfamiliar, but somewhat familiar face.
Initially, when I heard the doorbell ring, I thought FLOWERS! Why? Because I’m like that and when I opened the door, I was shocked to hear this person who did not introduce herself or even say hello for that matter; blurt out the fact that my daughter did not pick up dog poop.
My daughter, who was standing nearby, defended herself by saying that she did. My “neighbor” stated that she told her to pick it up and my daughter did not. She also stated that her husband was looking out the window to see if she would pick it up and she (my daughter) did not.
At this point, I’m in a middle of shock and awe. In disbelief I say to my daughter, “You didn’t pick up the dog’s poop?” With goodwill, I ensure my “neighbor” that it will not happen again.
After giving my daughter the business and listening to her side of the story she explained that she did pick up the poop, and any remaining poop was not from her dog. I believe that. Sometimes I walk the dog and I see shit without a country. It happens – OFTEN, but often enough to follow a child home? I don’t think so. Was she an easy target? Maybe.
Because I hope to never speak to my “neighbor” again, I decided to vent my frustration on screen.
Dear Nameless Neighbor,
Just so you know what kind of neighbor I am, I tolerate your kids playing in my yard, near my vehicles, your loud parties, and your insensitive and racist comments I’ve overheard late at night once you’ve had one beer too many.
Just so you know what kind of pet parent I am, I buy puppy wipes, toothpaste, shampoo, perfume and YES, of course, POOP BAGS to pick up poop as we walk the dog – our dog. I don’t care how much shit may be in your yard and just because my dog may poop in your yard along the walk does not mean that I or anyone else in my family is obligated to take more shit then they have too.
I’m Just Sayin’…(Damn!)