I’ve been kind of melancholy lately, I even thought the word “melancholy” in my head in reference to how I felt so I must truly be that because only truly melancholy people use that word at all! (Now that I’ve said that in such a mocking way, it’s doubtful that you believe me now, but it’s seriously true!) It’s not a ohmygodI’m28! kind of a deal, it’s just the overwhelming lack of knowledge and know-how to deal with lying insurance companies and doctors. But, on the positive side, I now have another crack-head neighbor moment to blog about, and that makes me haaaapppy… (zoo-lander moment)
The other day I was sitting in my car waiting on Ben and I noticed that a suspicious red truck with a towing thingie in the back was driving slowly down the road. We live on a dead end, or cul-de-sac if yer classy, (if those do actually mean the same thing?) and it stopped at the house 2 down from the old crack-head family that lived across the street from us. Next door to poor, neglected, super-hero-costume-wearing Jack. In fact, this is the house that used to be a drug house before they moved on, but the same lady lives there with her daughter who both are very nice, but draw your own conclusions there… So this scruffy-looking guy got out and kind of crept up to the house. He was looking all around so I looked nonchalantly the other way. As you know, I’m veeery snoopy so all my Nancy Drew Girl Detective Extrodinare’ were at full alert. He walked around the house and looked in the garage. Seemingly satisfied, he walked to his truck and left quickly.
Not 2 minutes go by and the lady comes back with her young daughter and me being the helpful neighborhood watch person went over there to tell her. She acted so… calm. I’d be freaking out but I’ve been known to overreact so, well, yeah. I told her that I thought about calling the police, and that maybe she should and she was like, “Yeah.”, but noncommittally. She thanked me for telling her and went in her house.
Ben finally came out of the house and saw me down the street and asked me what was going on when I got back to the car. I told him everything and he looked at me like I was stupid. “Yeah, Heidi, have you noticed that their nice, new Escalade hasn’t been parked in the driveway in the last couple of months? It’s been in the garage and they have only taken it out late at night. The guy you saw was the Repo man coming to get it, I’ve seen him a couple times and our neighbor told me that too. You basically just helped out the people trying to hide it.”
BTW, the house across the street from us is for rent still!