apparently I live in the ghetto too. Here I was thinking fun-roe was a nice quiet little town.
Yesterday morning when I left for work I noticed a couple of cars outside this one house that is in the front of the neighborhood. There were a few people standing out by the cars talking so I smiled and waved and drove on by. This house is usually a gathering place for people in the neighborhood so it didn’t really pique my interest except for the fact that it was 7:30 in the morning and the pow wows usually don’t start that early. I didn’t give it another thought.
Cut to 5:30 that evening. I pull into my drive way like always and go into the house. Almost as soon as I close the garage door I hear a knock at my front door. Weird. Seleta and I were going to walk, but I was supposed to call her when I got home…was she that eager to get going? I open the door and see my new neighbor from across the street…who ps I never went over to meet (insert picture of me hanging my head in shame…I know I’m a worthless Southerner because I didn’t bake and take). He kindly informs me that he was just coming over to let me know that I needed to be extra careful about locking up because his truck got stolen that morning. What?! He went on to say that several cars in the neighborhood had been broken into and there were all kinds of things taken. I told him thanks and oh by the way my name’s Morgan, but you can call me the most worthless neighbor in the world. He told me he knew I was over there by myself so if I needed anything to just let them know. Dang it! I just got schooled in niceness by the new guy. I told him thanks again as he walked away and then shut the door.
First thing I did after I heard all of this was go call my mom….yes, I’m twelve. As the phone was ringing I had second thoughts about telling her what happened because I was afraid it would just worry her, but she picked up and there was no turning back. She reacted very calmly which really surprised me (sorry mom:) you know you can be a little dramatic sometimes). I recounted the whole story for her and I mentioned that I needed to change the locks on the doors in my kitchen like I’ve been meaning to do for forever. See there are two doors in my kitchen that are pretty much all windows. All you would have to do is break the window to reach in and unlock the door. So I’ve been meaning to change the locks to the kind that require a key on the inside as well as the outside.
ok, I just realized that I’m making this story way longer than it needs to be. Oh well…it’s my blog and I can be long-winded if I want to:)
Anywho….after I got off the phone I changed clothes and headed out to walk over to Seleta’s house. I usually leave my key under the doormat when we go walk, but you can be sure that won’t be happening anymore! On the way over to Seleta’s house I met even more neighbors. Everyone was out and about retelling everything that had happened that morning. When I finally got over to Seleta’s I was shocked to hear that she didn’t know about all the drama. They’re in a whole other world over on the other side of the neighborhood:) As we walked we would pass people out in the street talking to each other and we over heard words like neighborhood watch and neighborhood meetings. Which leads me to ask…how exactly do you execute a neighborhood watch? Does everyone just keep an eye out? Seleta said they assign you a time to sit out on your front porch with a shot gun:)
After we got done walking I went inside and started fixing dinner. My cell phone rang and it was my mom. She informed me that her and my dad were on their way over to come change my locks. Nice! I love my parents and I appreciate the fact that my dad knows when I say I really need to change my locks what I really mean is he needs to change my locks. Thank you Daddy!
As I sit down to eat my dinner I hear another knock on my door. Good grief! My door hasn’t seen this much action since I moved in the place. It was my other neighbor who was coming over to give me his wife’s cell phone number. He said if I ever needed anything to just call since they were right next door. Man! I just got out niced again!
A little bit later Mike and Darlene came to the rescue and changed my locks. Try to break in now punks! Actually don’t…if you’d be kind enough to leave me a list of what you want I’ll just leave it on the front porch for you:) Although, Mike did get my gun out and give me a refresher course on how to shoot a sucka who breaks into my house.
So that’s my neighborhood drama from yesterday. Not so fun getting things stolen, but at least I finally met my neighbors and they are all SO nice! Maybe I’ll finally bake them a cake and take it to them just for being nice.
