Friday, August 05, 2011


Much to our dismay, we have a new neighbor. Our favorite Miss Monica and Egon the attack kitty moved...thanks to those a-holes across the street. Good for her, boo for us.

However, It never takes long for our landlord Albert to fill it. Just about the time I was thinking about offering to photograph it for my landlord, there was a truck pulled up unloading furnishings. That's cool. We walked by and there was a young woman and a man just about finished moving things around. We stopped and introduced ourselves. They seemed nice enough. The man was moving in and his daughter was helping with the move.

As we walked away Mario said "Divorce".
Me "What! How did you come up with that!"
Mario "Single man moving in a single apartment. High school daughter helping him move. I smell divorce all over him!"

I couldn't help but laugh. I guess it makes sense. It's just such a random thing to say!

Cut to Tuesday night. I'm working on a shoot. Mario's being a good husband and making me dinner. I've watched the new neighbor go back and forth to the garage a number of times. It looks like he's doing a few repairs or painting. Out of the corner of my eye I see him heading back from the garage. But then I hear someone stop outside our door. I hear the screen door open and no one comes in. Maybe I was mistaken and it was one of Mario's friends stopping by to say hi. So, I look at the screen door and wait for who ever it is to come in.  In steps the neighbor. He's looking out towards the street (probably trying to figure out what those a-holes across the street are doing) and cleaning off a tool. When he finally looks up, the look on his face was priceless!

First the look said "Hey why's the neighbor sitting on my couch?" Then it changed to "hey that's not my couch!" Then it finally hit him and he looked horrified! "OH MY GOD! FOR FUCKS SAKE! Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I was looking over there and then I just walked...oh my god!"

I was screaming, I was laughing so hard. Mario finally stepped out of the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about. I was still belly laughing. I couldn't help it. My first thought was "Oh he'll fit in just fine". Then it occurred that maybe he wasn't used to doing dipshit stuff like that. So, I was finally nice enough to say that it was fine and it was just a mistake.

But then I started laughing again and he backed out, shut the door and left. I felt a little bad after he left for laughing so hard, but I can't help it. I love when that kind of shit happens! This is also the precise reason I lock the door if I'm going to be walking around nekkid!

1 comment:

  1. Ha ha ha you have no idea how many times I almost did that... I am so glad that your protrudes a little and I was always able to stop because of that architectural difference.
    Other wise I would have been popping in all the time.
    P.S. Night time... I ended up trying my key on your door many times... always takes long at night to figure out what's wrong =P


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