The Neighbor

Today I came home from work and took Brandy and Foster out, both of whom eagerly took off for the fence on the left side, which alerted me to the fact that there were not the usual one or two, not even three, not four, but eleven beach balls strewn next to the fence. I started screaming to the dogs to leave those alone and started to fetch one by one and toss them back to the other side of the fence. Foster, of course, came back and punctured one of them at once, which I wasn’t sorry about because hey, eleven beach balls? ELEVEN??? All on MY side of the fence? It’s not the first time their beach balls ended up on my side and I don’t mind tossing them back to their side once in a while. But this is pretty much an everyday occurrence; only this time it was a little too excessive in quantity.

I tried to like that neighbor. Honestly. I did try to not hate them since they moved in about a year ago. But the fact is, I hate selfish people. I hate people who are inconsiderate to others. Every single weekend, they are outside in the backyard barbecuing, eating, dancing and generally having a good time, which, in and of itself, I have no qualms about. But the blasting of music all day through late night for 2 days, I do have a problem with. Don’t these people realize there are OTHER people who live in the same block and not all of them like to hear Latino dance music jammed into their ears resulting in headaches because the music is so loud they can’t make phone calls from their own backyard? I like to consider myself a reasonable person and do understand this once in a while for a few hours at a time. But EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND? Not so much.

Their kids, is another story. First of all, I don’t even know how many kids live there. It’s either a large extended family or a main family with some others they rent the rooms to illegally. The house is a four-bedroom house with a basement, and there are so many people living there, they have six cars AND a landscaper’s truck. Either way, there are a lot of kids. And they don’t behave. When I’m outside with my dogs, they might yell “HEY! OLD LADY!” and run back inside. They might yell something pretending to speak Chinese, which I’m not. They might just generally scream their heads off for a few hours. They might climb up their chain-link fence and look into my backyard over the fence (since I have stockade fence, they can’t see through the chain link) despite me repeatedly telling them not to since Brandy gets all upset and wants to eat them and Georgia gets scared. And guess what one or two adults looking on tell their kids? That’s right. NOTHING. Not. A. Thing.

Basically, these people have no regards to people other than themselves. As I said before, I hate selfish inconsiderate people. These people are embodiment of selfishness and inconsiderateness. So I have decided that from now on, I’ll just let Brandy and Foster destroy those balls before tossing them back cause let’s face it, the balls are in our yard, it’s natural for them to try to play with them, and I don’t like yelling at them about it. Hey, I never claimed I was a nice person.