Strike One Against Mr. Cigars

March 17th, 2010 | Posted in nutjob hills | Comments Off

My newest next door neighbor, whom I’ve decide to call Mr. Cigars because of his moving in gift of a box of cigars, has already earned his first negative strike.

I was awakened this morning at SIX *AM* by the sound that sounded remarkably like gunshots (I once lived in a neighborhood where that sound was fairly common). Upon investigation (with a touch of caution just in case because in Nutjob Hills *anything* is possible!) I discovered that Mr. Cigars was busily working on his house installing brand new exterior shutters on all of the windows.

When I asked why he was doing this at 6:00am he replied that he’d wanted to get started at five but his wife had insisted that he wait until a decent hour before making all that noise. I then explained to him that around here, it is considered polite to wait until at least 9:00am before beginning anything that’s going to make a lot of noise, especially things like using nail guns or other power tools.

He looked at me like I was from Mars and asked how we ever managed to get anything done. I had to remind him that this is a very rural area and that things usually work at a much slower pace here. It’s one of the reasons that those of us who live in the sticks tend to live a lot longer than you city folk.

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