It seems that this is the season for people to move to this lovely rural city of Nutjob Hills. In the last week there’s been no less than ten people take up residence, one of which is even building a new house on the next ridge over.
Fortunately for me, Mr. Helpful found out about the project and has been “Helping” the poor sot to the point of madness. Call me selfish but I can’t help thinking “better him than me!”.
Meanwhile, the empty house next to mine has a new owner for the first time in three years. It’s been a much more peaceful time since the folks that liked to party at all hours while playing loud music and discharging firearms moved out so it was with a great deal of concern that I went over to say hello and check them out to see what flavor of nut they were.
I received a warm enough welcome and for the most part they seem like a normal enough family. The only really unusual thing (so far) is that the guy gave me a package a few minutes after I got there. When I asked why he said that his idea of a housewarming is to give “I’m your new neighbor” gifts to people in the neighborhood. When I opened it I had to admit that he’s got taste if nothing else, it turned out to be a box of Davidoff cigars. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I am actually trying to quit smoking. Then again, all I’ll need to fall off that bandwagon is a late night visit from Mr Helpful and I’ll be lighting one of those bad boys up the minute I’m certain the guy has left.
Yes, I really do tend to celebrate the departure of Mr Helpful. Wouldn’t you? The time he went on a two week vacation I threw a party.
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