Monday, September 11, 2006
Nobody is Home
The lady across the street? I don't know about her. All we can figure is that she's not from around here. Why else would she be living in this neighborhood? Our neighborhood is modest. If it were your homely friend you would say our neighborhood had a really good personality. It's full of friendly working class people but isn't exactly pretty...just sort of plain jane homes built in the mid 1950s. The lady across the street seems a bit fancy. She bought the house and poured tens of thousands of dollars prettying it up. It is by far the nicest house on the block. And, as it sometimes goes, the owner is less than friendly.
A few days ago we woke up to her home alarm going off. We were mildly annoyed but it was time to get up anyway. A few hours later we were more than mildly annoyed. I left for work and was happy to do so (and from one who hates her job, that's saying something!). When I got home that evening the alarm was STILL going off. We had to shut the windows on the beautiful weather and turn the AC back on to muffle the noise so we could go to sleep. It crossed my mind fleetingly that the not nice lady might be in there in need of help. Fleetingly. Because mostly we were just mad.
Kevin said he wanted to go set the house on fire. I agreed that we should pull that stinkin' house over and give it something to cry about. We didn't, of course. Sometime during the course of that night the alarm stopped. It was still annoying, though.
The lady across the street? I don't know about her. All we can figure is that she's not from around here. Why else would she be living in this neighborhood? Our neighborhood is modest. If it were your homely friend you would say our neighborhood had a really good personality. It's full of friendly working class people but isn't exactly pretty...just sort of plain jane homes built in the mid 1950s. The lady across the street seems a bit fancy. She bought the house and poured tens of thousands of dollars prettying it up. It is by far the nicest house on the block. And, as it sometimes goes, the owner is less than friendly.
A few days ago we woke up to her home alarm going off. We were mildly annoyed but it was time to get up anyway. A few hours later we were more than mildly annoyed. I left for work and was happy to do so (and from one who hates her job, that's saying something!). When I got home that evening the alarm was STILL going off. We had to shut the windows on the beautiful weather and turn the AC back on to muffle the noise so we could go to sleep. It crossed my mind fleetingly that the not nice lady might be in there in need of help. Fleetingly. Because mostly we were just mad.
Kevin said he wanted to go set the house on fire. I agreed that we should pull that stinkin' house over and give it something to cry about. We didn't, of course. Sometime during the course of that night the alarm stopped. It was still annoying, though.
