More tales of the cul-de-sac.

Our nob-lickers, I mean neighbors, are in rare form today.

Frank goes out to bring in the garbage can and runs into our landlord.  She proceeds to tell him the following story, which just happened.

She's getting rid of some old things and there have been people coming and going pretty much all afternoon.  Her sister came over to help her and parked down the street, in front of a neighbor's house.  Let's call him Hick.  She gets out and starts to walk down the street when the hick comes home.  He asks how long is she going to be parking there.  She explains that as soon as a person comes to pick up some items, she'll move her car.  He then sneers, "Why don't you move it now?"  Mind you there is plenty of room behind his wife's van to pull his truck into the driveway and even more room on the other side of his driveway and down the street.  Okay, so why doesn't she park there?  That spot was the closest to our landlord's house and she (as well as her sister) are on the older side of life.  Much older.  And Hick is all of forty, maybe.

This is also the same family that allows their kid to yell out things like "stupid noblicker idiot" to the other neighbor's son (who retorts back in the same, if not worse, language) and no one stops them.  The kids have also climbed the tree in our front yard until our landlord put netting around it.  Now they reach through and throw the mulch at each other.  The boy also drives his little moterbike through everyone's yard, dry or wet.  And nothing is said or done.

Sometimes people amaze me with the level of entitlements they think they deserve.