My redneck neighbor just got an all-terrain-vehicle. He's spent the last 25 minutes trying to get it started and it's been backfiring and sputtering all the while. Rattling the pictures on my wall, Lula's nerves and my patience.
I hate having a hick for a neighbor.
He and his live-in girlfriend have conflicting schedules. She works a 9 to 5 and he goes to school. There is a constant shuffle of their two cars in the driveway, which is a big hassle, because there is no street parking on the street where we live. To remedy the need for him to move his car so she can go to work or her to get her Taurus out of the way so he can get to his exams on time, they now park side by side in the narrow-enough-for-one-car driveway. So she parks two wheels on their lawn and he parks most wheels on mine. Because he is a manly man, he likes to tear in and out of the driveway at high speeds and has taken all of the grass (ok, weeds) with him and has created three enormous ruts in my lawn.
For those of you who are Buffy fans, this guy looks a lot like Spike when he's all vampire bumpy. His eyes are deep set, he has an large upper lip that struggles to cover his massive teeth that are arranged like an aged picket fence. Gross. Plus, he has much less appeal than Spike. Granted, my neighbor doesn't have some super creative writer scripting dialog for him or furthering his character in the stage play of life, but even if he did, I'm not sure he'd bother to read it.
Right now, I really hate him and I want sneak into his yard and pour sugar into the gas tank of both his car and his ATV.
Jerk.
1 comment:
Oh, no! You never told me that he looks like bumpy Spike. Although the picture in my mind of him tearing around on his ATV is super hilarious right now, because I'm also imagining Spike's long leather coat trailing out behind him.
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