In honor of us moving I have decided to tell some stories of why we don’t get a long with our white trash neighbors. This is a story that my Mom and Karl love to remind me of while I’m complaining about the trash next door.
Our neighbors moved in about this time of year seven years ago. They looked ok, the kids were babies at the time. We actually knew her from high school. I think she graduated our freshmen year of school. We definitely didn’t run in the same circle, but hey, who am I to judge. Bridgette’s Grandma had died, so she had been in Illinois all week and we were going to go out when she came home. Saturday night rolls around and me, my boyfriend at the time Spike, Keri and Bridgette are getting ready to go out. The neighbor lady stops buy to have a beer. She then asks if we would mind if she came out with us, we looked like we were going to have a lot of fun. We are kind of hesitant, but it’s not like we are going to say no to her face. She came out with us and proceeded to get absolutely WASTED! I don’t mean “I love everybody” wasted. I mean falling down, about to hurl wasted. FUN! We don’t even know this broad. We finally get her into Keri’s car and leave for home. Once we pulled up to our house she fell going up the walk and could not get up. I finally had to have Spike help her up and act as a human crutch to get her to her door. The next day she came over to tell us how hungover she was and while she was sitting on our couch we heard a scratching at the door. It was her 10 month old trying to get in. SHE LEFT HER 2 CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 2 ALONE! I think back on that story now and should have known that we would not get along. The sad thing is that is one of the tamest stories I have about them. Stayed tuned.
