Crazy Neighbors

The house across the street is a revolving door of renters. This last bunch was a case of nut jobs. They'd been living there maybe, two days and I noticed a small child in a walker in the front yard.

And no one else.

Shawn and I sat in the living room and watched the baby from our window, ready to bolt from the front door in case the baby headed for the street. About a half hour later the baby's walker got stuck in the grass, she began to scream and finally! here comes "mom" out to get her.

Sickening, isn't it?

A few times we could hear the couple screaming at each other. The front door would get slammed as hard as you could about 30 times. We might hear glass breaking in their carport and eventually, everything would quiet down. I always hoped that the 2 older children were staying at friends' houses for the night so they have to see it.

A few weeks ago the husband and wife were at it again. We had just finished eating supper and peer through the window. "Hmm," I said, "dinner and a show!"

"F you!" the husband screams.
"F me? F me?" the wife stammers. She proceeds to get inside her mini van and backs from the driveway, throws it into drive and rams right into the husband's truck.

Yes, on purpose. The husband calls the cops. The wife gets into an argument with the officer, screaming and arms going all crazy saying, "TAKE ME TO JAIL! I DON'T CARE, TAKE ME TO JAIL!"

Someone should tell her it's usually a bad idea to scream at a cop.

Earlier this week, when I got home from work I noticed a huge U-Haul truck in the drive. I asked Shawn if the whole family was moving or just one spouse. Neither of us knew.

One thing is for certain. The neighborhood just got a whole lot quieter. On the downside, we lost our reality show. That stuff was better than TV.