Every Wednesday at approximately 2pm CST, the Gas truck shows up at my apartment complex. At approximately 2:30pm CST, the Cable truck appears. Then 30 minutes later, the Energy truck rolls in.
All making a bee line for the back of the apartments.
Oh yes ladies and gentleman (I think Eskimo Bob is my only male reader), it's SHUT OFF DAY!
Now, with the recent tragedy of the flooding in our apartment, all has been pretty quiet in the ghetto. No loud parties, no crazy soul train dances in the front yard.... Most everyone has been staying in the house getting things cleaned up.
But Wednesday was a nice day.
So my neighbor, who doesn't like people from the church , was outside with her OH SO adorable son and 14 other random people, when the Gas man rolled up. A resounding chorus of "oh no he aint comin here to cut me off" rang through the group.
The Gas man paid them no mind and went to the back to snip there gas off.
As he came back around the building towards his truck, he tripped on our sidewalk.
Tripped and fell hard.
Everyone started to laugh at him.. which I felt bad about.. (I was staring out the window)
Neighbor Girl says, "Well next time you'll think twice about cuttin me off!"
I am scared of her.
The Neighbor boy across the street tried to ride his dog like a horse. Mind you he is 5 years old and his dog is a doberman.. He was saying "Ya! Ya!" and pretending he was riding along.
It was funny. Well I don't think the dog really thought so.
Even more funny when he fell off and the doberman licked him to death. He proceeded to take off all his clothes and run around the front yard.
Those people are strange.
Speaking of dogs and people, Neighbor to the side has been quiet as of late. I was in the bathroom the other day when I saw him out the window. He was standing on the front porch howling.
Maybe like a dog.. Maybe like a wolf.
Not sure. But it was a sound like I'd never heard before.
He did that for a few minutes looked up to the sky and pointed.
I am scared of him too.
Trashcan Man was around the hood the other day, picking up cans and other treasures from the dumpster. I felt honored because Trash is a little bit of a local celeb. I mean to grace our neighborhood with his presence is kinda a big deal.
When I rolled up to the house, he was leaning so far into the dumpster, I was seriously scared he would fall in. He's a short fellow so he's not got alot of ground clearance. All I saw was legs hanging out the side, so he had to have been doing a handstand to stay balanced inside.
He found a lamp, a pair of shoes and a bike tire in there. Big scores for Trash. He seemed pretty stoked about it.
He had a real hard time with the bike tire, because he's on a bike himself. So he had to balance the big bag of cans, the lamp and the tire so he could still ride down the street.
He wasn't doing such a hot job, but he got on the road eventually.
I said hello and smiled at him. I like Trashcan Man. He's got skills..
It bothers me that Single Guy doesn't close his cabinet doors. It also bothers me that he leaves his blinds up and wide open. I am not sure that I want to see what he's doing in there.
He's in a band. He plays alot of air guitar in his living room and he dances around. Every night. Without a shirt... I'm just sayin.
But it's like a train wreck.. I can't help but look.
Well that's all for now. Between you and me faithful readers, secretly.. I love my neighborhood. I haven't had this kind of blog material in a long time. My neighbors are mixed with hardworking people, college kids, very ecentric people and a good mix in between. They except us right along into the craziness. With the floods that happened in our complex, everyone came together to help each other. Both in cleaning up and in staying calm about the situation.
So a big ghetto shoutout to my neighbors!
You are great.