Full Moon Rising
We have had problems with our neighbors shortly after we moved in. The mom brought over cookies or brownies on our first day and I thought that was great. They had a daughter that is the same age as my middle daughter and they seemed to hit it off just fine. I didn’t think anything of it when I would come home and she would be lounging in my living room, drinking a soda and watching TV with my kids. Then one day the kids started to grumble about her. Then I started noticing things.
She would open a can of pop, take two sips and just leave it. Or pour half of it in a glass and take two sips and leave the glass and the can for someone to pick up. Or she would open a brand new bag of chips and start feeding her face. Better yet, she would just sit down at the dinner table for supper without being asked. Now I did not mind because some people were not taught manners but I did lay down some ground rules about the pop. It was when she started calling my daughter names that we finally had the talk with her. She did not like our rules and made the situation with my daughter even more unpleasant. After that, it went down hill.
Their son would stand out on their back patio and smoke. It would not bother me except he was a sophomore in high school. The same son would have profane shouting matches with his parents. It would be F this and F that and it only happened when we had friends over for a back yard gathering. Entertaining yes, welcome no. He and his sister rode the bus with my kids. I knew that we had finally broken the relationship when the son dropped his pants and pressed his butt cheeks against their front window as my daughters walked home from the bus stop. My oldest daughter described it was a true full moon because his butt had never seen the sun and looked like cream cheese. So we have neighbors that do not talk to us but it could be worse. They could have a son for my boy to play with and really make our lives a mess.
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Cobb
She would open a can of pop, take two sips and just leave it. Or pour half of it in a glass and take two sips and leave the glass and the can for someone to pick up. Or she would open a brand new bag of chips and start feeding her face. Better yet, she would just sit down at the dinner table for supper without being asked. Now I did not mind because some people were not taught manners but I did lay down some ground rules about the pop. It was when she started calling my daughter names that we finally had the talk with her. She did not like our rules and made the situation with my daughter even more unpleasant. After that, it went down hill.
Their son would stand out on their back patio and smoke. It would not bother me except he was a sophomore in high school. The same son would have profane shouting matches with his parents. It would be F this and F that and it only happened when we had friends over for a back yard gathering. Entertaining yes, welcome no. He and his sister rode the bus with my kids. I knew that we had finally broken the relationship when the son dropped his pants and pressed his butt cheeks against their front window as my daughters walked home from the bus stop. My oldest daughter described it was a true full moon because his butt had never seen the sun and looked like cream cheese. So we have neighbors that do not talk to us but it could be worse. They could have a son for my boy to play with and really make our lives a mess.
Icool
Cobb
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